It was wrapped

in cellophane

had a violet bowknot

 

first I removed the bow

and found

below, handwritten

“So…”

 

then the red layer

and I found a tag

“…you are…”

 

then a yellow one

“you are

unwrapping with your hands…”

 

and a fluorescent green

“what I wrapped with my own”

 

and finally a blue

“to find…”

 

“a ball of crumpled white paper!”

I took the ball

and asked her,

smiling,

“what’s this for?”

 

and she said

“That’s a poem.

Let’s play with it.”

 

and she took the ball from my hands and threw it

away

 

(by the way…

there was a lot of coloured cellophane

all around)

 

http://dversepoets.com/2012/12/22/the-poetics-of-presentsce/

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