I will put in my box
The sunset
The sound of violins
playing a sonata of Vivaldi.
The smell of hot chocolate
drifting through the air.
I will put in my box
A Sunday roast with
Yorkshire pudding. Scrumptious!
Cherry Sunburst destroying
villages.
The blossomy spring breeze
making a Pacific wind.
I will put in my box
Entering my stories in
real life (Crime at the Guggenheim),
The feeling of people
celebrating, enjoying life at parties
A staring snow leopard,
his breath frozen with glittery frostiness,
I will put in my box
The mountain falls of the
north Pyrenees, the Garonne collapsing toward the sea,
A portal leading to
Neptune, or Jupiter or Outer Space,
The moon shining in the
night with the peaceful vague trees.
My box is made from
crystal-ice mirrors.
It reflects in the light
every day in winter,
The avalanche will come to
you if you open it.
Then obscurity will spread
through your body.
I will show my box to Mr
Gregg and Mrs Baldwin
And to all IST and I will
make a feast with lots of people
And give things to the
poor.
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