there’s a crumpled cardboard box
on the lawn
I guess it came in
on the storm
it tells me it used to be full of beer bottles
about the joy
of maintaining order
of having a purpose in life
the four-square simplicity
of containment
it’s its sole topic of conversation.
talk about living in the past
as for the future
it seems indifferent
happy to sit out there on the lawn
reminiscing
happy to go along with
whatever the weather has in mind
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Dominic Rivron
Picture Nick Victor
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