The lottery

You talk about winning the lottery,

about becoming a millionaire,

but I think it would cheapen you,

make you less than what you are-

a man who deserves oceans

and rolling hills, great expanses

of the sky nestled in his lap.

This is when you would be richest-

standing in the places where

the countryside collides with the cliffs

and crashes into the sea,

because, my love, you are richest

when you allow the world around you

to love you.

 


 

Poem & photograph: © Kristiana Reed 2020

Between the Trees UK

Between the Trees US

Signed copies on Etsy

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