I remember all the things
I did so long ago.
Ask me where I keep my keys
I'll tell you where to go.
Look up at the old jam jar
My nan had on her shelf.
Once filled with fresh stickleback
I caught all by myself.
The fish are gone
The keys remain.
My mind's ajar
Again & again.
Stephen Kerr September 26 2018
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