5:36pm
September 11, 2014
Lock and Key
If I could hand you just one thing
It would be a Mason jar
Filled with mud
Collected at twilight
On a rainy day
From the ground
Underneath a nurse log
In a redwood forest
In San Mateo County
If I possessed this Mason jar
It would be my most prized possession
I would sleep curled around it
Every night, all night long
I would keep it always
Closed up tight as it could close
And I would hand it to you
So that you could see all my secrets
Because only a trustworthy person
Would be able to find my deepest
And most beautiful secrets
In an old Mason jar full of mud
Anyone not fit to find them
Would never see them in the first place
Mud is the perfect lock and key to my soul
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