At Jangye-Ryn

At Jangye-Ryn the treasures begin to reveal

when seals and swimmers, surfer and sight seers

go their unknowing ways at sundown.

At Dollar Cove,the ends of days,

silver they said was washed

ashore from sad wrecks beyond the strand.

Or otherwise, said the winking stories,

it was only the trove of some retrobate,

rogue lost in the shifting dunes.

Either way, by truth or fable,

 coin by coin, doubloon and krona,

was reurned ashore by the erosion of wind,

or merfolk's bounty,

and shoreline finders,

lucky as the gods

at twilight and the dawn,

found the treasure share

bare and bright on the sand,

unfound gold from those

who know no more.