Boxes

We live in boxes.
Boxed in rooms
Boxes on wheels,
Office boxes
Soul boxes.

Walled off from others
Cubed inside the building
Blocks of society
Towering high above
Town squares.

Our balance is off.
We twist and bent in
Fluid wind.
The fall will break our
Live-in boxes.

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Written 2/26/06

Friendship
Fragile as flower
Fragrant
Yet fading fast

A comrade
Once close and comforting
The comraderie
Now coming to a close

Time passes; people change
As the seasons
Always turning new to old,
Old to new

When one flower wilts
It nourishes the roots
Of a new bloom

Patience brings about a greater garden
Than clawing at the dust of what is past.