Marble Marvel
back when i was four or five,
indescribable was
my joy
watching those rainbowed prisms
inside my marble,
treasured toy.
only in the grownups' world
was a damp, crumpled
dollar bill
much, much more treasured than
my marble on my
window sill!
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2010
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