the wagon lie dormant in the garage
tucked away in the corner
behind the lawnmower and snowblower
filled with tonka construction trucks
yellow and rusty and somewhat dirty
spiders long ago moved in
weaving complexities along the
wagon’s plastic wheels and metal shaft
scurrying along the dusty
sides of the once shiny red body
taking inventory I keep them in mind
knowing one day the children
will visit with their own
and together we will discover
old things becoming new again
september two thousand thirteen
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