Shoebox Universe
Written: April 30th, 2026, for contest sponsored by: Nette Onclaud
2nd place contest winner
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Below my childhood bed was a shoebox,
Its board spine is humming its lies mocks.
It held a map of purloined time,
pulled by a moth who dreamed in silver rhyme.
Night, it opened gates in the dust,
urging stars to stray in its trust.
And every dawn it closed with quiet grace—
a tiny universe in one small space.
Checked by HMS.COM - ( 8 TO 10 Syllables )
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