to the nth
degree, and yet i do have
a few
old mementos
tucked away in drawers
and cigar boxes.
remember those?
tickets to ball
games. 50 cents for
the bleacher seats.
stubs to
a bob dylan concert
back when he could still sing.
a marble that
i never risked entering in
the dirt drawn circle.
a toy soldier
who single handily
won a thousand
childhood battles,
in the backyard,
and bathtub,
a pink ribbon she gave
to me
and the gumball
ring
i almost gave to her.
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