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Souvenirs
How do you know you've been there
without a souvenir?
Blood brown stone walls
stolen from Troy, some mummy's
match box, the left front hoof
of a terra cotta Chinese tomb horse.
Miniature totem poles I screamed for
off Route 66, a geode like
a dinosaur's eye, felt pennants
of twenty-seven states,
more marble than Lord Elgin
pried off the Parthenon.
How do you know you've been there
without a souvenir?
—David Thornbrugh
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