I collect ...

I collect dried leaves on a fall day.
I collect black & white movies of the 20s and 30s.
I collect but never read love letters written long before email.
I collect notebooks filled with dreams and ideas and money making schemes.
I collect vintage cameras without film.
I collect space made by giving away my collections.
I collect moonbeams in glass bowls filled with water.
I collect postcards and addresses.
I collect the very rare smile of the American teenager.
I collect magpies in Spanish parks with ancient fountains.
I collect Spanish walks with my Peruvian novio.
I collect faded family photos of people whose names I never knew.
I collect kilometers on the Camino between Pamplona and Puente La Reina.
I collect losses like beads on an abacus.
I collect Spanish words like aprovechar and querer.
I collect memories often not my own.
I collect boxes filled with stamps, and marbles, shells and stones, and single earrings.
I collect injustices but never grudges.