Lyric State the box contains a spirit heart ball in hand smudged with dirt gray from wire up to the ear from tossing and missing the box made of wood and sweat the box contains a spirit heart move any ball to an open spot walk back and forth, box turns gray from wire up to the ear recline upon an ocean bed, pink listen to waves and earth the box contains a spirit heart it’s not easy to leave the water return to the box we must see gray from wire up to the ear look for invisible drawings as fast as the mind conjures the box contains a spirit heart gray from wire up to the ear Maryann Gremillion Maryann Gremillion is a quiet writer whose essays, poems, and short memoir pieces have appeared in Glass Mountain, The Sun, The Ekphrastic Review, and others. She lives in Houston, Texas with two cats, Axel and Simone, who run the household. She loves long walks beneath trees with her husband.
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