Lynn

2021-01-13 05:29 pm

holding the box between two fingers so it does not fall
the hand is not pandora’s; she has been dead for centuries
inside the lid, an amateur’s attempt at a cumulonimbus
the sky behind them greener than the clouds before a tornado
the clouds themselves whiter than the dust after
what will become of the box?
will it house bangles and bracelets and small forgotten memories?
will the hinges rust and the sky become separated from the ground?
will it ever find its way home?