when i was a small me
i read some books about a kid
with a special key & a magic cat
i might be recalling it wrong
i might not be telling it right
but i remember
i might be recalling it wrong
i might not be telling it right
but i remember
being compelled
to attempt the same
i acquired an orphan key
to a long gone mortice lock
& i carried it inside
a button-down pocket
of my hand-me-down flares
always worried i would lose it
&
the only cat i knew
was a sack of alley scratch hisses
&
the magic
is here now
in the rosy gem
of hinterland hindsight
photo - Edward B&W Fade from the Dagenham Archive
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