Box Poem by Geoffrey Winch

Box



asked to guess
what might be hidden inside
a box

the volume of which
I estimated to be roughly
that of a brick

I replied it might be
something that could be
handled with relative ease

but, then I felt
compelled to add that, since
my dreams were bigger than that,

whatever it was
it could never be anything
I could dream of

Wednesday, November 27, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: mystery
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