Boxes
boxes marching down
boxes carried over ground
boxes lifted up
boxes.
cardboard and brown
loading and unloading
boxes growing and unfolding
boxes empty
boxes full
boxes parading on trolleys pulled
boxes in my life
boxes carrying some strife
boxes good as gold
boxes labored and old
my head is boxing around the clock
my body is aching
i lost a sock
boxes moving me from there to here
i'm tuckered out and will sit i fear
surrounded, pounded, confounded
by
boxes
Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2008-12-18 at 02:53
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