The Box
I put all my treasures
Every object I ever found
And loved
In a box.
It was safe.
Then that box spilt
And everything ran
And now I love everything
And nothing is safe.
So it runs all over
And I run all over
And laugh.
The box is full now
In its emptiness.
Copyright © Matt Caliri | Year Posted 2007
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