I’m staring at a tiny blue bead
At the bathroom floor at my feet
Its larger than an ant but smaller
Than a spider that would scare
You, it’s one of those embroidery
Beads that you can sew with;
It used to belong on an old
Belt my mother gave me that
I turned into a key ring, that
Got liquid poured on it out
In Colorado and had to be
Left in the sun, I used to
Swing my key chain around
And toss it to myself once
Before everytime I got behind
The wheel, it would touch
My right thigh as I would drive
And I’m not sure where the
Keychain is, if it got roasted
In a fire, in a trash bag or
Maybe tucked away but
I haven’t seen it for a while,
I hadn’t even thought of it
Until I decided I needed
To finish some business
In the bathroom and all
It took was one tiny blue
Bead to spark memories
Upon memories flashing
Inside my mind, where
Sometimes sees more
Than the naked eye, though
Is viewed as blind maybe
Because it can be less
than kind
Feb 17 2020
12:38 PM – 1:11 PM
the ivory rose