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…
We had once gathered, a talisman,
In the road where I was walking,
Familiar, picked up, remembered,
Placed again in my pocket.
under the papers, the chaos,
Filling my desk, forgotten,
A piece of my history,
Of my childhood play.
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.
Kings of the mountain,
Later cherry bombs and M80’s,
Outside until dark, playing,
Coming at our mothers’ call…
February 1, 2024
A metal slug
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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