A Sobriquet
Through waxen slats
and rocking we
looked out.
You had more up your
sleeve than I.
But I, I was
counting.
Pennies, shells, rocks, clovers.
Pieces of fur.
The amassed
heads and tails. To
see- to measure.
The tarnished
treasures.
Order -separate
congregate.
BK
August 2015
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