One Memory Per Rip

Old jeans
Old pockets
Filled with memories
Ripe and rotten
Crumbs rest on the bottom
Seams ripped with frays of blue
Holding remembrance
Young and old
Remembering the bubblegum wrapper
Placed and folded like origami
Emerald grass stains covering scraped knees
Bottom hem rolled up
Sprayed with foamy lake water from a boat ride
Crunched ivy green tag
Brand name no longer visible
Folding carefully
Smoothing down
Cardboard box overfilled with clothes
One more piece added to the pile of reminiscence
Opening the cherry red bag of newly bought jeans
Still many years until they reach the cardboard box

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