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The Box
A Box arrived
on my doorstep today.
Battered, Ragged
Corrugated, and Sealed.
Like a tiny coffin,
It waits
for Me
to Respond.
I keep Boxes
for Boxes like these.
Closed, Sealed
And Welded shut.
No return address.
No known address.
The entire Remnants of
a Wasted life.
It’s too late
I realize
to respond
To the only gift my father ever sent.