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I opened up a box

that I thought lost

It was found while

crawling through the life

I left in a leafy lane

unheard of in my part of town

where wire was pulled from the ground

and good sense was

beaten into you

from an early age

There among the sticks and stones

and groans that spoke in undertones

I found that box

beneath the undergrowth

It brought me home

Thoughts

There was a moment back in the early 2000’s when I thought about buying an apartment in Paris. Not seriously, of course, but there was a small one for sale that was almost in budget. I imagined myself learning the language, eating beautiful food daily, and discussing art with my people. Maybe in the next life.