Poem: A Space for Nothing

In the window

of the little toy shop

sits a space for



The children

play with one toy

and drop it for another,

running here, jumping there–

jumping, jumping–

but only the parents look at the



The mom and dad listen

to a yesterday’s whisper wrapped

around their tightly wound,

newly woven belt loops.


She sees her first doll,

worn and faded, and played with.

He sees his old army men,

the ones the dog got a hold of.

They stare at the nothing,

at the toys of their youth,

while the children

make noises behind them.


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