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National Treasure

National Treasure

written by: Sarah Marrs


This frozen lake is no place for you
warm bar lights at Les Iles en Ville

No more stories of the White Pass, Badlands
those bereft, forgotten places

Venturing there in winter and drought to bring
laughter, dark rum antidote

A blue jay shakes its feathers and takes flight
fleets the wake of day

A stifled banjo leans against the wall
cargo train passes in the night

I carve a deeper hole in my heart
for our humble, national treasure

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