In Pockets

consequential things we carry in secret
next to our bodies,

the corpse of a lightning bug I once tried to save
mingled with blades of withered grass,

an intricately folded invitation to the muse
in the swirling handwriting of my teenage self,

a holy card of the patron saint of mothers,
Saint Gerard,

the lucky penny my son carried
the winter his grandfather died,

the dog biscuits I found in Grandpa’s jacket
a year later, which the dog happily ate.

Ellen Romano is a graduate of San Jose State University and former elementary school teacher. Her work has appeared in december and is forthcoming in Crosswinds Poetry Journal.

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