Precious Cargo.

Precious Cargo.


We crafted

a treasure chest
from hob-nob

nails and

leather straps,
around a

rectangular gathering

of pine wood,
in his

ninth year

while spending
time together

on Adventure Island.

We brought it home
and placed it

with reverence
on a shelf

in his room,
chock full

of the past
as years

slipped away.

I open it

to sniff

the scents
captured in

its tight seams,

our warm
and sunny


He no

longer builds

hope chests
on his

Island of teen,
time has

pirated his

but I find

its remnants

in a small box,
that holds

the comforting

memories from
our summer

that was.


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