Tucked between the pages

The credit card, never activated,

tucked in a book of poems, the sticker,

slightly faded, still attached

"To confirm you have received your card

American Express 1111 1234 567 abc

please call 1 800 233 1515"

The paper never read

"An Atlas of Solar Spectra between 1175 and 

1959 Angstroms Recorded on Skylab"

faded, tucked between some pages,

A picture of an ancient love

flame long extinguished,

children long gone

their cherubic innocence transformed to street hardness,

the world of business and science,

an old blanket

a missing sock

a forgotten letter

poetry waiting to be read

a garden to be weeded,

Tucked behind the mock orange bush, I spot between

fragrant arching branches

an orange toy truck, rusted,

once tucked between the pages of

childhood.