full
of coins and a few dollars.
marbles.
a black comb.
a pen knife.
keys.
a photo of mary jean.
rocks we'd find and wanted
to keep.
bottle caps.
the days
of summer were
scavenger hunts,
useless things, that
were
somehow important
in the moment.
anything found with a shine
was
tucked
into our thick blue
dunagrees.
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