Box

Although this bland, metal crate seems worthless
Like a penny in a wad of cash
It can’t nearly express the hidden treasures buried deep deep down inside

Adventure through the steel walls
Find a small, cramped house
A smell of crisp Sri Lankan curries
Exquisitely detailed landscapes

Twist the rickety handle
Hear the metal comb pluck away at the bumps and details of the silver barrel
Listen to rusty twinkles flow into your ear
Recall fizzing memories stained into your heart
Of secretly smirking at witty jokes
Tragic visits to the nursing home
Mourning over hearing the dark news: Grandpa has died