Things that I hold dear:
A small silver bell to tie to my tongue in emergencies
A smooth round skipping stone that leads to quiet streams
Yellow galoshes with coin studded soles that click watery rhythms on rainy afternoons
A set of keys without doors
An out-sized faded beach umbrella found abandoned on a vacant lot miles from any ocean and worlds away from golden sands yet with strength enough remaining  to ferry several Mary
Poppins-es, with pockets full of sugar, to their varied destinations.
Lost rivers
Calendars that only predict numbers
A quiet pen
Vanishing cream
You
You
You

(mish 2018)