Karen, will you take that out of your mouth?
by Francine DuBois

She carefully climbs down the rocks
To investigate the abandoned jewelry box.
Upon opening it, there is no chorus
Of ballerina music or dainty fairy noises.
Instead, a river of silence washes through the canyon,
Almost eroding the fragile platform
On which she and the box crouch.

She takes the jewelry box, fondles the
Asian-styled handles and drawers, and
Finding it as empty as the cavernous valley,
Tosses it aside like a fading photograph.

 

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