One stapler, jammed.
Fifteen pens and a lonely highlighter.
Pruning shears, small,
recently released from incarceration
in the garden shed.
Gift cards, business cards,
appointment cards. A hammer.
A Leatherman: the awkward
Jack-of-all-tools, but master of none.
Packages of tiny beads that morph
into marble-sized colored spheres
amazing all and sundry, but mostly me.
Allen wrenches and Lilliputian
screwdrivers for delicate jobs...
A box cutter for less-demanding ones.
One Noah figure
(and one Noah arm)
inexplicably separated on the ark.
Scotch tape, duct tape, decorative tape,
sticking together through thick and thin.
Keys. More keys. and yet more keys
unlocking the secrets of the ages..
or the back door of another house.
Receipts. Coupons. Phone numbers.
Twelve small black pellets of mysterious origin
and no apparent use.
A veritable variety store
of pennies, buttons, magnets,
pins, binder clips, matches,
sticky notes.
And two harmonicas
Humming sad histories of
the forgotten.
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