A Key Rings

 

Reader,

do you have 

a ring of keys

that jango without meaning

or connection?

I do.

One key used to open

all the doors 

to every $1,000 car

I ever owned,

another unlocked 

a pirate’s chest

of serene hope

at the bottom ‘

of an old dried up aquarium, 

very tiny it was.

Some were kept on 

a Harley-Davidson key ring.

No. 

I do not own  a motorcycle.

Maybe that key

was purely aspirational,

dearest reader?

Dozens more in a mob and a gob,

but in the end

their lasting value is this–

they are  a  chime,

they make the most delightful

metal clink .

None of them open a damn thing

much less the shackles 

around my wrists and ankles.

What  good can you do

 with these tintinnabulations?

 What good?

Well,

I asked my wife, 

“Shall we  play

 a game of

 ‘guess what this key was used for’?

Do.

Let’s.