Monday Poem #3b (Scroll down for 3a)

Two Wood Boxes


Two wood boxes:

Aboard a long flatbed

Clamped-to with a metal fist,

To dangle overhead.


Two wood boxes:

Carrying their freight;

Burdens borne together,

Yet each a different weight.


Two wood boxes:

Lifted one by one;

Owners settled in the ground,

When all is said and done.


Two wood boxes:

Loved ones side by side;

Sleeping sound forever,

Forever—groom and bride.


Kat Mortensen©2010 
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