Passing It On

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"PASSING IT ON"

         The cellar beckons with gossamer crepe.
            Dust bunnies hop to make their escape.
            Beneath yellow clippings, damp boxes hold
            moldy dust jackets with stories twice told.

            Stories of pirates flashing doubloons,
            of rugged explorers thrashing through ruins
            sleek mounted Comanche blistering by
            with following calvery, standard held high

            With motionless arms I gather them up
            and tuck them away like tea in a cup
            to pour out at leisure to savor my son
            when toys are put up and playtime is done.

            So follow my leader 'til dusk turns to dawn -
            two kids at a campfire. The grownup is gone.

            BY DAVID LOOMIS COPYRIGHT 2000

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