Transitions Pt. 2 & 3

that Doodlebug,
hired help to navigate the northern hills
for its hidden ore
and gemstones

could uncover only graves
with artifacts none would ever adorn
rather, it was our bark and hazel leaf

eyes that uncovered the jewel
beneath the rough, beneath the greenery
still, the few almonds we bartered

paid in full
for the hackneyed charisma that
only a Doodlebug
can offer

soon then we found ourselves
in the crosshairs of crossroads, and
in the grip of a foreign land

but who could worry now
under Hyperion’s providence? and
who could trouble when
we followed East

His Sun, toward Mecca,
where its divine offerings
absolved us of all
our doubt


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