Hole in One
Is a tale of none,
who fell Prey to Trump.
Treasure of life once possessed
he traversed length and breath, in search;
Hot spots left behind for desolate ones
Running from all, hiding the treasure
from those that are shut out from all pleasure.
Greed envy green, dagger edged driven, drains the life given.
Yet, search in pursuit, wilting in progress
Probing for the chest that holds the rhythms of pulse
Across the desert, down the valleys up the mountains of the living
Not one who worthy of vision; he resigns
from search for a treasure of life.
In flies the butter fly, ends search, no more fight.
settled in
site for a sight!
By: Shashi Moore
Poet's Corner 