A Box Of
One grapefruit day under the sun
a little girl buried a box of letters
beneath a dying banyan tree.
Sweat beads like tears trickling
down two tomato cheeks
she dug as though burying her heart.
The sun had hidden when she finished
and gave final pats to the patch of ground
a pat on her own back, on memories.
She did not want to take the letters
that belonged with these meadows
and these skies, and nowhere else.
On the very last day under the sun
the little girl buried a box of wishes
beneath a sighing banyan tree.