Boxed in

Without realizing it we shrink our world until it fits inside a box  and things left outside find ways to poke holes in our reality. Nature abhors a vacuum and my floor is a mess. I can’t stand dirt clinging to my beige carpet.

Boxed in

“Thank you, Phil; well read”

Mitchell, Tierra (ae)

Published by Alpha’s Poetry notes

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