treasures and priceless trash,
Silver that gleams in the lightning’s flash.
Gold that the sunset spills on the sky,
Gauzes and tissues in mists trailing by,
Diamonds, a necklace of dew on the grass,
Filagree silver in frost on the glass,
Lace in almendra trees shadowing brooks
Riches a money-blind man overlooks,
Perfumes of araby scenting a lane,
Opals that fall from the sky in the rain,
Gold in the sands of a shallow lagoon
Platinum dropping cold white from the moon,
Silk in the rose petals flung on the breeze,
Velvet in moss on the trunks of the tress,
Day-dreams and memories, moments acute
With thrice-distilled happiness … vagabond’s loot.