There is a time capsule in the back yard at 10011 16th Avenue South
In the South End of Seattle
Just south of South Park
Off Des Moines Way South.
I buried it some 40 years ago
It contained traces of my life
Small items I thought were telling
Of what life was like on the Duwamish River
In the shadow of the Space Needle
On a hill overlooking Boeing Field
Under the landing strip of Sea-Tac Airport
Where the 727s dipped low every ten minutes
In truth, those landmarks were far away
My world was bordered by Dominic's Shop Rite to the north
Boulevard Park Public Library to the south.
We had no East and West, that's how small we were.
But we were a place and a time
And I marked that time in that place
Forty years ago
In a tin Band-Aid box.
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Jennifer Dixey
February 10, 2012
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"we had no east and west"
That's an awesome way to encapsulate (ha ha) the "smallness" of childhood.