all i am now is weightless things like words
and heavy things like coins and tears and meat
historic memorabilia; beaten swords
and plowshares pulling through the city street
and all my edges nicked and dull with time
i don't do much like shining in the dark
my words or swords are no proof against crime
and all this city's streets have left their mark
on me as on a map. as you flew by,
you found me, brought me down into the earth,
to share what i can neither sell nor buy
and took it for itself, not market's-worth
and if you call this treasure, i'll call you
by names for wings and fire, and as true
(1998)
copyright Vicka Rael Corey
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