Her collection of small boxes
some quite empty
grows:
heart shaped lacquer,
a miniature of a miniature painting,
a collection of seashells under a tiny frame
a surround of exquisite
an emptiness contains no new words
a place for mini memories
She knows
her life has become a very small oasis
in a world of fearful things.
Posted by: cronelogical | February 18, 2006
Small boxes
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