Discarded Gold Alchemy
Plastic bag pixie
sealed with her four leaf clover
was thrown out like trash;
Bubbling magic
left to die in a junk pile;
Shimmers were fading
on cardboard like rainbow oil
as a boy walked by;
Luckily he saw treasure
amidst the grime and pyrite;
Rainbows reflected
fascination on the street;
Picked up a sparkle;
Discarded gold alchemy,
much more than a speck of light.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2023
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