Pocket-Memories

Pocket-Memories by Odin Roark Layers of love are never lost Even after a good bath How long had it been? A mantle of dust A bit of sand Some fish oil residue “gives special character” He used to say So many days now past Magnifying ants Imagined horror stints Trimming a yolk branch For slingshot accuracy Screwdriving Erector Set connections Gutting deep-lake spinner catches Leather punching favorite belts Ah the looking back Now like new once more Everything tucked back in Servitude getting momentary rest As a hand-me-down’s rebirth Awaits new challenges It’s peaceful under here Dark and warm Haven’t been this clean forever Kind of eerie Like narrow canyons awaiting sunrise Loved being cocooned back in my box Wrapped in red and white Yellow ribboned for giving All set to surprise Soon His grandson’s pocket-memories will begin As that’s what Swiss Army Knives are for… Passing to the next What makes growing up never ending