what Once wasn’t cardboard
smells like cobwebs
a dusty old like faded felt
who alive now from the 80s
didn’t have a den?
the playroom of the past
hardwood, paneling, fireplace,
leather sofa, guns on walls,
and odd deer head, or two
mix and match your own design
even if you didn’t have one
you visited a friend’s to
click Atari cartridges in place
or grab Nintendo controllers
in fact, I just might go back
walk in, rummage through
its nest of cardboard now
find the right flaps to uncover
the fun I thought we had
again
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Love how the title reads! My goodness those deer heads in the den! Had a friend whose dad had them. Always spooky eyes watching us!
Thanks Sylvia, and truth be told I liked the title better than the poem 🙂
You definitely bring me back to a few places and a specific time! Love this.
Glad I could help. Still miss that old Atari!
dad’s fossil filled rockcase and an apple IIc
spiral bound flip notebook full of videogame
cheatcodes and high scores..
thanks for this portal.. 🙂
ode to boxflaps.!!