Toys -

I woke this morning, thrilled with my imagination and my ability to create a magic carpet on which to fly even as I lay in bed.

I am more aware of my forebrain and what it can do.  I found myself tweaking it mentally, as though I was using one of those little keys for antigue metal toys, squeak, squeak, squeal.  

Then, I rose and after some fiddling, came to this article. This is a fascinating article on a collector of just that kind of toy. 

You just read, if you are paying attention, one of his poems.

http://www.poetryfoundation.org/features/feature.onpoets.html?id=179326