a heart never forgets.
Pulsate city! Rural scans pot of gold.
Man suited, women stilted; empowerment lives
amongst skyscrapers. A frenzy
—even a kingfisher laughs—
and absurd. Pot of gold
where the rainbow shines, awaits hopefuls
diligent and determined. Within reach lies the
promised riches for all who dwell. Say,
where that place used to be?
In the heart.
Poem in response to “Care to Swirl with Me?”at Magaly Guerrero’s Dark Poetry for the Cruellest Month Challenge.