where are you going?

there was the pocket

knife, black and dull,

used when fishing,

the marbles,

the keys, the chain

attached to nothing.

the coins

and folding money.

assorted baseball cards

for trading purposes,

and gum.

a short black comb

and magnifying glass

for burning up ants

on the sidewalk.

maybe there was a small

red radio, a transistor,

but that was all 

i could fit into my sears.

and roebucks' dungarees

when leaving the house

in the morning, with

my mother in the kitchen,

yelling out,

where are you going?