Sparking
joy
rubber band dangles
viscous, brown
'PAINTS' written
in pencil on the lid
water stained little box
the band held together
a makeshift home
remember the paint's rattle
shaking the box
precious tiny tubes
indigo, ochre,
vermillion, lifting the lid
cardboard slide against
the memory of touch
ridged tight white caps
catching fingertips, fingernails
crust of dry paint
surprise oily ooze,
paintbrush slow
slick dip
no paints now, the box holds
plastic flower shapes, a toy
to make patterns
(stored for decades)
patterns on a grey plastic grid
like a garden lattice
the touch of memory
is sharp edged it
comforts, deciding again on
muted red, purple, green, yellow
blue (there was a time
the colours had no name
not yet), pretty plastic flowers,
their ritual patterning
pressing, placing, like pegs
fitting, push,
the edge of petals scrape
sure, please
flowers to make flowers
or other pictures
a car
a house
a face
still sparks joy
I will keep this
a keeper! (oy, why aren't you resting!?)
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