I will ship
three dozen rattles
to a shop in Asheville.
I, through my production
have entertained
in thirty swiftly passing years
at least twelve thousand babies.

Held first in my hands
to fashion and to shape
tiny fingers grasp them —
then the rattle rattles.
They’ve rattled in the USA
and far across the sea.

This, my legacy —
this, a portion of my history
should be in my obituary.

Click here to see and hear a video of Russ reciting this poem.

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