Spade digs into soil,
I strike a tiny metal box
labeled time capsule.
and wonder what’s inside.
Could it be a letter?
Polaroid memories?
A favorite toy?
Maybe even treasure?!
It could be anything.
Next to the box
is a small gray stone
that simply says
Baby Jane.
With shaking hands
I open the tiny metal box
labeled time capsule,
Empty.
Hi Jill: Crazy fabulous ending. So unexpected and perfect. The emptiness held there. Nothing to fill it. Thank you. The huge complexity in your poem delivered with such simplicity. Bravo.
Thank you!