The
crumpled paper smells
of long-ago
youth, wrapping paper
– blue
Christmas,
and polka
dot presents
my parents
tried
to piece
together.
The poor
sixties lives
and the old
laughter
that looks
back at us now,
who hold
crumpled paper
and
memories
in time’s
blue wrapping.
- Brian Walter
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