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Two Treasures
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In the closet,
two boxes sit on the top shelf.
A child stands on a chair,
opts for the sparkly one.
She covets her treasure
and opens the lid.
Its crystal contents bedazzle.

Over the years,
these crystals shatter.
Her illusions fly with broken wings.

In the closet,
two boxes sit on the top shelf.
An adult stands on a chair,
opts for the plainer one.
She covets her treasure
and opens the lid.
Its empty contents bedazzle.

In its glass bottom,
she sees who she is.
Her illusions wither like dead moths.

        Patricia Carragon