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Mine

Beatles songs,
baseball cards
the aroma of a
fresh-mowed lawn,
pungent sweetness
of burning leaves

lake-bottom mud
spurting through
summer toes

Gelatinous frogs.

Hot beach sand
cool July evenings
and the first
non-parental hand
ever held

A specific summer.

Tactile youth. You.

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Secured

We kept colorful marbles
in old Mason Jars, pilfered
with Grandma’s blessing

rabbit’s feet and other
youthful treasures smelled
like Grandpa’s Dutch Masters
under that cool flip-top lid

Our baseball cards were safe
beneath our beds, in rubber-
band locked P.F. Flyer boxes

our glass and cardboard
personal Fort Knoxes