We moved our boxes closer
to infinity, another step
downstream from pacifying puddles
where we felt like trespassers
in paradise.

Figures once alive stand
motionless along this river, trying
to communicate as the wind
lightly breathes life into this idyllic
natural scene.

Trees become boxes, mulch
or other ephemera produced for human
transience. I may finally reside a few
steps further still, content with
our boxes. 

© 2021 Phillip Knight Scott

This was written for a few prompts:

  • Weekly Prompt Wednesday Challenge – Boxing Day
  • Word of the Day Challenge: Figure

Published by Phillip Knight Scott

My name is Phillip. I am a Tar Heel born and bred and watch every Yankees game I can. I'm still searching for my own TARDIS. My first novel, "The Alien in the Backseat," is available now!

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