Terry Persun: ‘Pockets’
Pockets
Eight
Dirt or hay, dried grass,
remnants of broken toys,
tools you misunderstood,
fingers digging deeply
for something more.
Fifteen
Pencil erasers, stones
from the creek, bones
found at the back step,
used band-aids, a hole
from forced fingers of shyness.
Twenty-four
Change from a purchase,
a wedding ring removed
but not discarded, the last
love-note received, a reminder
that you’re not invisible.
Forty-six
Folded bills and ticket stubs,
from concerts, operas, museums
or zoos, a restaurant receipt
and the new number
for where your kids live now.
Sixty-three
Stones found at river’s edge,
seashells from an abandoned beach,
a crystal that purports happiness
and creativity, a slip of paper
where you’ve written her last words.
Terry Persun
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