Thursday, February 01, 2024

A metal slug, a coin

A piece of metal, coins of the realm,
We had once gathered, a talisman,
In the road where I was walking,
Familiar, picked up, remembered,
Placed again in my pocket.
 
Found again, by accident,
under the papers, the chaos,
Filling my desk, forgotten,
A piece of my history,
Of my childhood play.
 
Climbing trash piles,
Dirt piles at the end of our road,
Construction debris by the river,
Gathering these coins,
Commandos with G.I. Joes,
Toy guns at the ready.
 
Climbing, tumbling,
Kings of the mountain,
Later cherry bombs and M80’s,
Outside until dark, playing,
Coming at our mothers’ call…



 
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February 1, 2024
A metal slug
 
A knockout hole from an electrical box
conduit knockouts found on a walk
in Middleburg, FL, about 2 years ago,
About playing, in Westfield, MA,
Probably in 1967-1970
 
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Poetry, children, Family, play, school, playing, memory, trash, electrical box,
 
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