his memories of
a nineteen-sixty-one scout--
a rusted treasure
a nineteen-sixty-one scout--
a rusted treasure
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I love everything about this post! I am sure in his mind it shines and glows and heads down the street in glory....or at least it will
ReplyDeleteI guess it all comes down to If you could see it through his eyes. A jewel that needs some polishing.
ReplyDeleteThis poem contains so much--resonates far beyond its short three lines. I'm left thinking of how our memories inflate the value and beauty of our special treasures.
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