Wooden Boxes
There is a box,
out there,
for me,
from unknown land,
and unknown tree.
'Til quietus reached,
we
will
not
fasten.
But I know,
one day,
you
will
hold
me,
with all the intimacy of a long lost friend.
Copyright © Gary Gene Linney | Year Posted 2015
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