Do you remember how
we play in places like this-
rocky, tumultuous, blank?
How we take this stone hollow,
and make it hallowed with treasure:

A smooth pebble.
The feather Mom said would make us sick.
This perfect, crooked stick.

Let me tuck you in to this place
just for us, guarded by
a thicket of brambles.

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