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sitting on the steps
of the Winthrop Baptist Church
observing the trickle
of treasure seekers
poring over the detritus
of trinkets gadgets
broken tools
unfinished projects
games used toys
assembled into a motley melange
best discarded or given away
a boy appears
and sorts through a pile
of dusty 78 rpm records
excited about what mysteries
he might find in the worn grooves
of these scratched treasures
and antique sounds
of a former time
distant and remote
from his world
yet he claims these relics
as his own
and tells me he has
a machine on which
he can hear the sounds
cradled in his arms
takes the pile
of shellac memories
to his father
gets in the car
turns smiles and waves
as the past
goes down the road
into the future
Copyright © David Sermersheim | Year Posted 2017
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