A hubcap
when they see it from above the water
it looks like a sink full of blood
A skate with no blade, leather worn through
A blank record, a rotary phone, a milk crate.
The children watch
eyes like candles
cheeks like bees wax
fuel slowly burning
they'd hoped treasure
A dead man's jaw
or at least his gold tooth
when they peer down
not knowing what is there
they feel better.
The parents remind them
to shake confetti from their heads
they forget instantly
and run off
clapping their hands like tambourines
against their sides.
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