My t-shirt was bought on vacation.
It
pictures a Vespa in front.
On
seeing it, I felt elation,
Completing
my souvenir hunt.
A
kiosk outdoors was displaying,
With
other reminders of Rome,
The
shirts for which tourists were paying
In
Euros to pack and take home.
I
wear it and I can envision
Those
tees flapping out in the breeze.
I
bought it with no indecision,
Just
know-what-I-like expertise.
An
object can oftentimes trigger
A
memory flash in the mind,
Investing
it with enough vigor
That
moments don’t get left behind.
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