Pine

Chest
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

As the earth peels away
from the sun, we hurriedly
pack up the day,
 

stow it away in old tea chests,
hermetically sealed,
lest the light should escape
 

to further flay our already
wind-whipped eyes.
We sit on containers
 

let our full weight bear down
on blonde wood while sunbeams
screech and claw at locked lids,
 

dry carcasses splintering
in the quickening wrath
of incarcerated heat.
 
 

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