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POEM A DAY – March 5

Tonka Truck I saved up my allowance(wrinkled grey and white onescrisp pink and red twos…wishing fora brisk blue five) and yearned forgarage-sale saturdays, for usednovels, torn-cornered and spinecrusted, for Barbie clothes and singleplastic white heels with the toesteeth-marked, for marbles and micro-machines, for slinkies and stickers:I wasn’t looking for the truck. Bright yellow metal, as… Continue reading POEM A DAY – March 5