today i built a box <br />a perfect cube <br />side cubed equals volume <br /> <br />but i never thought of that <br />more i thought why <br />would anyone build <br />anything <br />sitting alone and flat <br /> <br />this six-sided frame sat <br />for hours waiting <br /> <br />a moment <br />a monument <br />just one where i get more, <br />more than all the hesitating <br />all its presenting presenting <br /> <br />all it's nothing <br /> <br />a kind of hello darling <br />goodbye. <br /> <br />but for the days and weeks <br />spent building on this box <br />maybe someday <br />i will become a carpenter<br /><br />ovidd bcw<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cubed/
