Andy Jones. Rosebud-R-Us.

19 Oct


My son unearthed my red wagon
from his Grandmother’s garage,
and pulled out my unwilling time capsule,
favorite items from 1973,
the year I was sent to sleep-away reform school:

Mastermind, with all the red pegs removed by Dad,
My Space Hopper, now as deflated and wrinkly as me,
My Batman utility belt, with a place for gum,
My Spirograph with ham-fisted swirls still in the box,
The bathtub from my Mousetrap game,
Ken’s irremovable pants,
A Lego arch, immortalized with Crazy Glue,
My Three Dog Night 8-Track,
And my Sea Monkeys, still waiting to be born.

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