Morgan Michaels


Toys - Poem by Morgan Michaels

First unwrapped, each thinks itself best
prettiest, priciest, diciest,
to dress and undress.

Every year come more and more-
bumped from the shelf, they fall to the floor
and lay still.

Or get dropped
a purple while in the dark box,
musty, dusty, worn-out toys.

Only a few: the favorites,
peer year upon year, from within the cabinets
smiling, unblinking.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 25, 2012

Poem Edited: Tuesday, September 3, 2013


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