We dug our fingers
deep into plastic,

searching for heads
amid the wreckage
of old ships, buildings
and airplanes.

The two of us,
working, quietly:
she, five;
Me, older.

She took each one --
each tiny yellow
head discovered
in the bin
of abandonment --
and built a tower
of scowls and smiles
and surprise.

So I laughed
along with her
at the absurdity
of it all,

this remembering.

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