old needles
drag
a backdrop
sputtering
grease and tea,
a tiny glass horse
shop-bought
now
sideways
cracked and tilted
a heavy coin
wedges its cracked base
for counterweight.
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Author:
pontefract (
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Comments1
This poem is built upon stray objects forming a background of a place or person a collector of past and is nostalgic in this regard. It wears cobwebs. Nicely written
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