(x = space)

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Boxen

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After filling boxes

Moving boxes,

Filling them again

Trying to keep empty boxes

In one place,

Filled boxes in another

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Then realizing there’s too

Little space for all

The boxes and myself,

I pause

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This isn’t any way to live

But I’m not planning (and not

moving boxes)

For a lifestyle,

Though it’s true my life

Has been in containers and

In stacks on shelves

Until it all came here

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Where without office

Space (or shelves),

Everything got bigger

As in more in the way

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So I’ve tried to push things

Near the door to show

Myself they’re on the way

Out

Even though

Except for the idle offer,

No one is showing I know of

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Which makes me sigh

Thank goodness for

The ceilings;

They’re cracking and they’re peeling

But they are up

High

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And I am thankful

For the space above,

The tall windows I can

See through yet

And in that slightly higher air

Envision

Many things,

Among them

Boxes being gone

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C L Couch

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Boxen is the world Jack Lewis and his brother Warnie imagined when they were children.

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Photo by Guillaume Bolduc on Unsplash

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