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The Cache

Behind the house in a field

there’s a metal box I buried

full of childhood treasure a map

of my secret place a few lead pennies

from 1943

The rest I’ve forgotten

forgotten even the exact spot

I covered with moss and loam

Now I’m back and twenty years

have made so little difference

I suspect they never happened

this face in the mirror

aged with pencil and putty

I suspect even

the box has moved as a mole would move

to a new place long ago