Wealth

Jewels get filched, that's a fact of life, because 
they token such concentrated value;
gems cast their spells of metaphoric light
that appeal to need and greed and join the two

a thief of jewels is a brigand we might
all wish to be, imagining so we 
could take stock of ourselves, and so make stock
of ourselves, reach the state of precious stuff

outer joys as gems find no inner wealth
which to gain honest thief must crack a safe
which stands wide open hidden in plain sight
whose combination's too easy to miss

subtle things become simple once they're seen
but before leave us blind in penury

Please help Mouse and Unicorn gain traction by recommending them to friends and acquaintances.   It is my favorite of all the stories I have written.  What it has to say about pride and self-inflation as delusions is not so different than what today's poem has to say.  However both Mouse and Unicorn have their specific charms and the story simultaneously respects "Nutcracker" and takes it apart.  Good for winter solstice, even if we have just passed the other solstice.  A fable much less abstract than many of my poems.

Here's the link to Amazon, both Kindle and Paperback:

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