the treasure chest of childhood

The Treasure Chest of Childhood

He pried the
lock off &
out spilled
bronze pennies
mildewed enigmas
four wooden
soldiers
& an
innocent smile.

 

When he
tried to
jam it
all back
in again
it wouldn’t
fit.

 

Inflation,
he thought,
& then
tied off
for his
last fix
before they
hauled him
off to
treatment.

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