THE BOX OF SECRETS COLLECTED BY FRIEDA ROSE (August Postcard Poetry 2018)

She unearthed the box near the curb

Buried beneath white trash bags

An old seat cushion

Woolen, electric blue,

The color of secrets

The size of a mother’s heart.

She filled it with mystery

The size of a hummingbird’s egg

Stuffed it with wonder

Scented by Babylon

Placed it dead center

Under her lonely platform bed

Voyaging on nightly visions

Distilled by the vapors

Of its contents.

 

Copyright 2018

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