Everything Small Is Just a Small Version of Something Big

Summer, Linden County Park
Half the population beach-bound
Children doggedly swim
The maybe four-feet deep out the barrier allowed
But we haunt just a mile away
Tracing the faded white pant from a cross country track meet
When we come into an open field
I am reminded of summer camps spent as a Cub Scout
This is where they hid the «Golden Nuggets»
Rocks spray painted and scattered throughout the park
Like the San Francisco Gold Rush was in our backyard
I bent down, hands in the soil
And wondered how deep ten years would bury any unfound pieces
I think I almost expected to find one