When I was a child
I used to walk up
the fire road behind
my house. If I
noticed a gleam in
the dirt ahead, I’d
pry it up. At home,
I’d clean it and
cradle it in my hand.
Sometimes it
would tremble me,
how safe it seemed.
When I was a child
I used to walk up
the fire road behind
my house. If I
noticed a gleam in
the dirt ahead, I’d
pry it up. At home,
I’d clean it and
cradle it in my hand.
Sometimes it
would tremble me,
how safe it seemed.
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