The box is open,
shutters flapped open,
in a monsoonal burst.
Vibrant glare; to close & squint & water the eye.
Scream, if I must--
Wave, and Yell, and Fall out of the Chair.
What is so wrong with the box?
Don’t you at least want to peek in and see?
Isn’t it the least bit intriquing? Not even enough for a look?
I carry around this box.
Sometimes set it down, and try to look at it again,
for the very first time.
Should I paint on it? Make it more appealing somehow?
Does it intimidate, stir a sense of suspicion or worse yet..
disinterest?
It seems like a pretty nice box to me.
The Box is Open
Daniel James 2013
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