i get a package in the mail.
a brown
wrapped
box with no return address.
it could be anything,
from anyone.
i pick it up off the porch
and stare at it.
i give it a shake,
holding it up to my ear,
listening for a tick,
or something. but
there's no sound.
it's neither heavy
or light.
i bring it into the house
and set it on
the table.
i make a cup of coffee
and sit beside it.
i don't open it though.
i like
the mystery of it.
that's enough for me
right now.
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