In this wooden box
Green
preserved with care
were,
selected memories.
Yesterday,
carefully
taking off the lid
Thinking of drying the letters
after the damp drizzle
you know how rainy
it has been.
An angry angst of
Black Moths
fluttered out
into light .
Worried,
Anxious,
fingers
cut with rust.
The
water colour on silk
had turned to dust.
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