My Backpack

As a child I carried a backpack filled
with simplicity. My sticker collection
outnumbered all the other elementary
kid's. My pack-pack was blue with
orange lining and in it were treasures.
I had nearly twenty marbles, all from
different sets. But somehow the miss
matched collections were of great value.
In a sandwich baggy that once contained
tuna on white, were rocks: lava, gravel,
smooth, a lucky arrowhead. Now my
dull colored laptop bag contains folders,
neatly filed, papers of no significance,
and only stickers that repeat "Tsionah
Novick 1354 SW Billington Ave."