Stored Boxes
A box of mementos stored away on a shelf;
Remnants and souvenirs of an earlier self
Conjure up memories of times gone by
Brought sharply into focus by the mind’s eye…
Inanimate objects, yet possessed of a power
To evoke old memories: a lover’s flower,
Jeweled with drops from a gentle shower -
Or recall red blossoms from a grim watchtower
In an isolated camp in a long ago war
And flick the scab from an unhealed sore.
As with Pandora’s chest, one might come to find
It’s best not to open some boxes in the mind.
© Thurman P. Woodfork 26
January 2003
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