Like so many stones rolling in a creek
Visions from the past mix and tumble through my mind
Scratching at a memory
Trying to uncover what may lie beneath the price tag
The past now a yard sale where bits and pieces are constantly marked down

They're yours for the asking and come with no guarantees
Each just another scratch in the fresco
painted somewhere deep inside

by Bob Cel

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Stumbled across this poem and it touched my heart. Thank you.
This is a fun poem in many ways, its rythmn wicked and melodramatic the tone flexible and amusing, sad but never maudlin. beautiful poem and lucky, lucky dog. Is the poet another abandoned dog?