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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StatsAuthorChristoph 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..Writing
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