Wasn’t the box that carried him off
the covering trapped him madly in
a quandary of separation – should
it be unwrapped with extra special
care & wear the wrath of watchers
poised to go – ‘aw’, ‘oh’ and ‘ah’ in
animated exhalations of confirmed
envy truly rendered impatiently
But for her small face fixated in an
imaginatively wide-eyed gaze upon
its silver wrap he may have played
a shallow tune – her natal day had
claimed his mind as essence of the
gift exchanging eager hands - again
© 9 September 2011, I. D. Carswell
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