Dream Shed

Long lost thimbles full of dust,
pieces of scooters covered in rust,
broken bits of dishes and shells,
bright colored whistles and bicycle bells,
ink pens that leak - sneakers that squeak,
high-flying kites and magical sights,
colors that will not stay in the box,
creaking old doors that nobody locks.
Music that haunts - - -
how familiar the tune
dreaming along with the man in the moon.