"Voyaging through strange seas of thought, alone ..." William Wordsworth

25 November 2018

Move.

Ruscha, Shooting Star, 1984


The CACHE

Behind the house in a field
there’s a metal box I buried
full of childhood treasure, a map
of my secret place, a few lead pennies
from 1943.

The rest I’ve forgotten,
forgotten even the exact spot
I covered with moss and loam.

Now I’m back and twenty years
have made so little difference
I suspect they never happened,
this face in the mirror
aged with pencil and putty.

I suspect even
the box has moved as a mole would move
to a new place long ago.

Dan Gerber

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