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button bowl of questions
by Charlie Morgana button bowl grins a snaggle-edged smile
at the secrets each button holds in its holes.
neighborhood youngsters, grandkids pass by;
each digs in and jingles all the buttons.
like any one is a talisman of growth, fortune.
one after the other the kids fumble and giggle;
joining-up outside in the bushes, they compare.
a brown, striped plastic one, glass, a metal one,
one itself chipped, another: ill-shaped, telling
stories of the 'way it used to be' and sighing.
giggles float through the Crepe Myrtles' blossoms
while trading is furious and bargains galore as
each button becomes the barter-chip of dreams of
what was, what if, wonder who, and how'd it get here?
and will granny miss it?
09/22/2008 Posted on 09/22/2008
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 09/22/08 at 07:30 PM Nice write sir. Isn't it great what kids can find fun doing. And then they start upbtttoning buttons and the whole world comes crashing in. |
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