Do you want to see all the beads and buttons I’ve found?
Yes, I do want to see them.
Crystal, glass, pony, seed,
fake pearl, plastic gold—
maybe they were part of broken bracelets,
or a necklace never strung, the thread
fallen away like a cut lock of hair.
Maybe they were loosely sewn
to a lady's shirt—an old, old lady,
as old as me, lost before you were born.
Looking closely, you find them
in the carpet, along baseboards,
glints of color in the dust.
Paying attention to what is easy to miss,
but that you don't miss, not you, not yet.
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