thinking in boxes: Diane Feinstein
 
 
BOXES
 

A box of glass

Where the mirror leaked its secrets

into the room

A box of rain

When the cloud leaked into the

afternoon

A box of nails

While secure in a box of wood

A family waits in the first world

While far away in mad dog sunshine

The small dark medical technician

Carries the box onto the plane

A box with a living heart

Winging its way

To the rich manís chest


 

- Ken Peters

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