Day Eleven: Three Boxes

What’s in the box?
treasured memories caught on grey photographs

What’s in the box?
dust over yellow pages bound by creaking covers

What’s in the box?
long-lived love meant to be clasped around the neck

three boxes, three loves
and three old souls left behind


Where has the weekend gone? So much for catching up, this week will be busy so poems will be short but no matter! I’m enjoying the prompts I get from friends. Boxes can be anything or hold anything. It’s true.



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