These are boxes where all
of one's memory
is unfit to store.
I saw men with paint brushes,
hammer, chisel, and some garment,
placed inside the box.
I saw rows of boxes
all painted white, with curves,
shaped like flowers on wood.
They affixed handles,
some of plain wood,
others of gold.
No matter the finish,
the curves, and the shine
of silver or gold
The box is not enough to fit
for all the memories to store.
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