it smelled of earth worms and wet wood
started by digging down in the shade
a square grave two feet deep
found scraps of plasterboard and
sturdy two by fours hammering together
hour by hour in the back corner of the garden
saws and hammers and smiling crooked nails
a roof rested on our mansion
keeping out some of the rain
met by flashlight deciding future
making rules examining treasures
secret club of three boys determined
to organize our world our way
I still see it there in the corner
by the trees holding our friendship
the smell of childhood
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