Fishing for Gold
(Women With Purses)
A silhouette of life endures
Among percussive bursts
Of hopes and goals
Quite buried
In the bottom of the purse.
The shadows hover quietly
While all the noises stay
Full center stage,
Preventing dreams
From getting in the way.
The nugget shining brightly here
Within the pocket folds
Has candy wrappers
shielding eyes
as everything grows old.
She just keeps digging. Treasures never
Rise beyond the earth
Without some therapeutic
Rigging. Pain? Yes.
And some mirth.