Nostalgia
Heather Dyer
It was the diamond-studded leash
that led my million-dollar poodle.
It was the sapphire necklace
that Ryan tried to steal.
It was the iron chain
that bound my wrists to the swingset.
It was the leather belt
that made the fashion show.
It was the threadbare rope
that I used to climb out of the quicksand.
It was the trusty lasso
WonderWoman used to catch the crooks.
It was the the thin cable
that helped me to the top of Mount Everest.
It was the fishing line
that caught the killer shark.
But now, it's just a hair ribbon
that lays, limp in my jewelry box.
