Surprise Treasure

 Treasure is a picnic

in a clearing amidst redwoods,

a black and white blanket to lie on,

a sky only blue.

It’s hours to wander.

It’s the braid of conversation

between friends and the moment.

Treasure is never what we thought it was.

Once we thought we were supposed

to live perfect, unfailing lives.

Now we know treasure can look like scars.

Can emerge

from the scent of burnt dreams.

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Purpose

The media have purposes of their own; helping us grasp the significance of violent events does not seem to be one of them—much less helping us find our role in eliminating such events.

That is why when they run out of superficial answers for one act of violence or another, they have taken to saying that there isn’t any answer.

But there is.

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