As kids, we tied our fates
to various inanimate
yet participatory objects
spun bottles
Ouija boards
dandelions
professed proof of true loves
brought cryptic messages
all interpreted with certainty
until the imagined magic
wore off leaving us with our
first taste of skepticism
but the bottle could be
redeemed for the deposit,
the eye to the beyond a
table for your sister’s Barbie,
wilted weed went to seed
youth can leave you jaded
if you play the games
forgetting it is all in fun
– Mark L. Lucker
© 2016
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‘Vestiges’ is just a sample.
From my book ‘Lost, found, holding on’ Available in paperback or Kindle http://lrd.to/p6rxzwIMnD