sharks' teeth, childrens' teeth, puppy teeth...
I take them out of my pockets.
It takes effort, they have to be untangled from the pocket lint.
I take them out of beach bags...they could stay right there.
For some reason, at the beach
kids lose teeth.
They could just live in the travel bag, the teeth.
But know, they go into the place where the valuables live.
Today, I put some special sharks' teeth in, and I thought.
All these teeth are in here..and I don't even know
from whence they came.
Does it matter?
1 comment:
This is a beautiful poem. I love the question at the end.
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