In Afternoon, He Finds a Box

It commuted,
tiny box, this.

The boy could hold it
with twin hands,

each a replica
of the other

left, left,
to turn would be
the method of any

circle.

When he shook it
voices came to the room:

small insects of noise,
a persimmon fell outside

startling the colony of children
who had gathered.

Not knowing any other way
to combat their fear,
they began to clap wildly inside the room

just so they could hear
the sound
of hands coming back.

The box remained very still,
thinking of what to name these
small supple gods.

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