Mystery boxes line the side of the road
hold elephant memories
and old suitcase handles
there are cufflinks and wingtip shoes
a polish brush well worn in the tilted shoe shine box
that Sunday jacket with the elbow pads
the bay rum smell
the familiar perfume bottles
empty now
new ones having taken their place
the sharp nice scent of your overnight case
and the sweet taste of
orange spice tea after snow
the special green pot with gold hearts
willows and their magic to the ground
deep green shade in front mid summer
the yellow bath tub
the fancy crocheted toilet paper cover
a ring of plastic daisies on my head
the green glass bobby pin holder
that came after
the mirror that opened on two sides
making hallways that cannot end but
turn blue in the distance of reflection
the forbidden teak wood brass lock
the tissue paper from the silver
a paper fan we learned in church
and spinning round and round
until it was a white circle that
surrounded me
on Pillow lane
dreams still run
his drawing of an eagle
the tiny porcelain pond
and it's tiny duck birthday
paper blotter on the desks
the eyelet curtains
the six stairs up and six down
the gerbils under the t.v.
our names in white
our own coat hooks
my little seal and Indian doll
from Canada
and music
a lot of music
About the Creator
susan marie loehe
everything is Art, Art is Everything.
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