You emptied my nest.
My marbles all rolled
into the street --
Small and large,
shot through with green,
cobalt blue,
Cat's-eye gold --
one for Grandma
down the hall,
One for Archie Bunker's
skeet collection,
another for the neat freak
Tweaker in 214
whose big plastic scoop
will collect them all in the nuthatch.
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