Homestead #4


You see the cattywampus barn door, the overrated chaise lounge and light seeping

Out of sight, tucked into the beam above your head

An old pickle crock safeguards a pouch made of brain tanned leather

Filled with nuggets from the western slope

Waiting in darkness, for the Alchemist.

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