My lunchbox
Waits patiently for me.
Bent and square,
Sometimes forgotten
On the counter
Or in the car.
It cradles
My peanut butter sandwiches
And granola bar,
Longing for
My embrace.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
My lunchbox
Waits patiently for me.
Bent and square,
Sometimes forgotten
On the counter
Or in the car.
It cradles
My peanut butter sandwiches
And granola bar,
Longing for
My embrace.
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I encourage you to submit this for the Anthology.