Reader,
do you have
a ring of keys
that jangle without meaning
or connection?
I do.
One key used to open
all the ignition switches
to every $1000 car
I once owned.
Another unlocked
a p
irate’s chest
of serene hopes
at the bottom
of an old dried up aquarium
(very tiny it was).
Some were kept on
a Harley-Davidson key ring,
And no,
I do not own a motorcycle.
Maybe that key
was purely aspirational.
Dearest reader,
there were umpteen more keys there
in a mob and a gob
and baubles, too,
but in the end
their lasting good
was this:
to chime,
to make the most delightful
and perfect
brass and steel clink.
None of them open a damned thing
much less the enduring shackles
around my wrists and ankles.
What good
could come
from these
tintinnabulations?
What good?
“Well,”
I ask my reader,
“Shall we play
a game of ‘guess-what-this-key-was-used’for’?
Your smile says,
“Do.
Let’s”
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