My Roxaboxen
by Kathy Douglas
Did you have a Roxaboxen?
A place that was magical?
Mine was in a dirt driveway
Filled with stones, pebbles and dirt.
I'd lay out my house
The rooms,
The doorways,
The closets.
My Roxaboxen.
Do you have a Roxaboxen?
A place that is magical?
Mine is a pond hidden away.
The dirt approach is perfect
Plenty of stones,
Plenty of pebbles,
Plenty imagination.
Here's the front door,
The window overlooking the pond,
The patio stepping into the woods.
My Roxaboxen.
IDENTIFICATION
by Kathy Douglas
Large brown placemarkers in rows
Each sitting by a driveway
All facing the same direction.
No fancy calligraphy of names
In silver, blue or gold.
But, with x-ray eyes
You can see identification.
The trash inside tells
Who lives here...
What's important here...
Why do they live this way?
