Issue #54


Authors

A Baby Board in a Box

i was given a baby boar 

to take care of and love.

he was sent to me sore,

in a box. worn torn and

perilous, the box looked

like it was about to break,

and the boar, the ache,

oh it looked just the same.

i carried this boar in the

box for miles, crossing through 

states lines and boundaries;

thinking to myself  I want this boar to live somewhere free, unbidden


when     i

finally     opened

the cardboard;

box         nothing

was             left

opened           but

a hole

Bird and Bear

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