Sell It All

I am the first clue: You look around and you will find something, but you have to look.
-The beginning of a treasure hunt my eldest made for the younger children.
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Leaves change. Not so quickly that
you notice it in one sitting, but fast
enough, life on a scale of days.

Time is, but doesn’t seem linear.
We grasp moments; stop motion memory:
Green. Gold. Gone.

Daughter, my eyes are open now.
Help me to look expectantly for
the treasure buried in my field of vision.

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