Collecting the Girl
All her pill boxes
understood to be collectibles
neatly arranged on her coffee table
treasured baubles, bits of metal
Varying uniquely in size, in color
each in a replica of someone's dream
rare in their form,
nearly minted in quality
entrancing small fingers and innocent eyes
telling their stories with secret compartments
tendered with nimblest artisan hands
existing, cocooned, in the quiet of her living room, an urban museum...
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