Button Box

Life opens on a palm

Through the satin of a dolls musicl twirl

Twisting indoors under drowning sirens, thrown pillows

Split and scattered feathers on the floor

Holding the promise of something wilder

Yet to be unleashed, in a bottled life

Or dreams that curl like smoke around tall grass

Thin bones in empty walking flesh

Slowly clicking, the way

The earth breaths, in and out, pins--

In white soil shutting around blackened dust