When she was a child
with a strawberry blonde bowl hair cut
and tomboy clothes,
she kept a rock collection
in an orange Nike shoebox
that she stashed in her bedroom closet.
They were sparkling rose- and cream-colored jewels
or fossils of undiscovered dinosaurs
and igneous rocks, dug up from her grade school playground,
which she classified as evidence
that there had once been an ancient volcano in Griffith, Indiana.
One day, but she doesn’t remember when,
she realized that these rare and exquisite finds
were actually just landscaping stones from under the deck porch
and uninteresting chunks of coal.
Their value depreciated,
she released them back into the wild.