The Keeper Of The Jewel
By Paul Cameron Brown
The keeper of the jewel.
I file it down,
keep it smooth.
I can be found any day,
busy disguising the
jaded and unproved.
I follow forget-me-nots
in a forest pool.
I undo knots
in groves of shallow trees.
I pretend unfit sores can sit
alongside water smoothed
pebbles in a sunlit stream.