Quite the different prompt this week from One Deep Breath. My first thought? My youngest, whom we often call "Rock Boy" because of his inner need for rocks. I'd call him a collector, but I don't know that gravel and the like is something to keep in a chest.
Pockets filled with gray
treasures gathered in secret.
Clanking reveals stash.
Ones which cannot fit
can still be conquered by lad.
He’s king of the hill.
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