A Box Of

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. © 2010