Musty Box in My Mind

by Bret Higgins   Oct 27, 2007


Opening the box,
Dust and memories fill the air.
I'm reminded of an old paperback,
Twenty thousand leagues under my childhood.
I sift quickly at first,
Absently feeding on memories,
I forgot still stood.
Then I slow and absorb,
Treasuring the thoughts.
Old camera flashes,
Cheap plastic Christmas trees.
Dark autumn mornings,
Polystyrene glue and Spitfires.
Walking to school,
Playing with friends long left behind.
Oblique emotions,
From a unique time.

Bret Higgins 2007

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  • 10 years ago

    by VSambulance

    I pictured every thing you mentioned. really like it.

  • 10 years ago

    by Sungrl And Mrs Whatsit

    ...a unique and Wonderful time, indeed....

    quite effective, particularly...

    "Twenty thousand leagues under my childhood...."