Winding a music box
brief
but beautiful
like the days
a butterfly lives
like a song
that plays 3 minutes
you hear at 100
like a passage
in a book you read
when you were young
and when you were old
you understood
like a meal
that took hours and hours to make
and minutes to devour
but there’s something about the flavor
and you search for it
at every table
like a movie
on the big screen
that made you sit there
after it was over
and everybody left
and went home
like a snow day
you have to roll in it
and throw it
and catch it
and make it last
like a garden
that bears in the summer
and folds in the fall
like a dog
after a bath
like a firefly
at night
like candles
on a cake
like fireworks
in July
like Legos
in small hands
like skipping a stone
across the sea
like a dance
first and last
like saying hello
and then
saying you gotta go
that last look
before the eyes
close
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