You have a complicated genealogy
Since you pass from hand to hand
Your wind guard is corroded
And your scuffing draws a map
Between pockets

Iridescent red has turned opaque
Your plastic finish eroded into
Invisible microparticles
Returning to the ocean yet

You still contain an ancient flame
Bound to us since the dawn of time
That flickers, mostly reliable
Under the pale autumn sun

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