If I were summoned
to create a treasure,
I would take:
The feeling of
Drinking hot chocolate on a cold day.
Biting into a soft roasted marshmallow
And having the last slice of pizza.
The smell of
a freshly baked gingerbread man,
a lit candle,
And being outside after being inside
The sound of
The song 2002,
A whale singing
And a hummingbird humming.
The taste of
A juicy orange
A bowl of haluski sitting before my eyes
And the bursting flavor in the rusty ribs.
The touch of
My hand moving uncontrollably on to the speaker,
The hard splash on my vibrating hand,
And the hard slap on a ruler