Diamond In the Roughage
Browsing, window shopping,
foraging through flea markets,
all favorite ventures, drawn like a magnet
to those final clearance signs.
Wallpaper Sale, this one announced.
Double Roll - $1.00 - an irresistible bargain.
The rolls stood on end in a large cardboard box,
too numerous to measure.
This mole started digging, searching for treasure.
little did I know I was about to lose one
Wearing a diamond ring, the special one,
with nine marquee-cut diamonds
marching smartly across my finger,
the one it took me a year to pay for.
One of those diamonds fell out
of the ring, into that box,
a box that stood as tall as my waist,
a box that was packed with roll
after roll of patterned paper.
this was proving to be a costly bargain
The rest of the story is unbelievable.
With vigorous intent,
this mole continued digging,
and emerged with a sparkling reward!
Copyright © Cona Adams | Year Posted 2014
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