Lost

I find in my dreams

all the lost things

the street I grew up in

the small backyard

and the milk bottles

with the silver foil

pecked off by crows

and my mother’s

wedding ring

in the farmer’s field

covered in mud.

She washed it

with Fairy Liquid

in the porcelain sink.

It clattered and glittered

like gold in a broken tooth.

 

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