Square ImperfectionsA Poem by Christoph Poe
Let's build a box.
Just a simple box large enough For two people. I'll ask you what we need And you respond: "All we need is each other." So we build the box With nothing inside. It's frame is perfect, But I know that it may leak one day Under the heavy rain. I predict a storm, And so do you. It's an inevitable occurrence As the box lay in a grassy field --slumberous trees at the horizon-- Sinking within the earth year by year. You need light? I cut a square hole And a sheet of perfectly clear glass Shields us from the weather, --but we know the storm is coming-- I know the glass will not always remain clear, But with a sheer of cloth, I'll wipe it clean--from time to time. And the box begins to sink Like the heavy brick it is. "One day, the door will not open," I tell you in pants. "One day, the door will remain shut." You breathe a soft breath. And the trees grow larger. They grown closer. The grass grows higher. And we begin to sink. The window remains dirty. The doors remain closed. "Let's build a box," I tell you. "Let's build a box in the sky." © 2013 Christoph PoeAuthor's Note
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Added on February 28, 2013Last Updated on February 28, 2013 AuthorChristoph PoeTuscaloosa, ALAboutLaughing might be my weakness, but my humor is the only characteristic that drives my positivity in this damned world. I'm a bit blunt at times, but always respectful >>and to be blunt, I expect respe.. more.. |

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