put your favorite marble
in the middle
of the dirt
drawn
circle,
as you and the rough
boys
gathered
on dungaree knees
to shoot
them from your thumb
and fist.
the blue cat's eyes
with silver
flecks
embedded in the glass
never
was put up to be won
by
other kids.
it sits now in a bowl
upon
your desk.
still beautiful,
still safe.
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