Poetry of Issue #7        Page 16

KEY TO THE BOX

I possess the key to the box,
but decision weighs around my neck
like a noose tightening slowly
until breath struggles to pass
between in and out.
I yearn to toss the key into tall weeds,
but who would discover it?
Who looks twice at the past owner
dangling in flies from the hanging tree?

I covet the key to the box;
scheming, dreaming, planning
a plot to steal the key.
Like a piece of chocolate
melting in my hand the key
holds no decision. Pop it in
the lock and open, release,
credit or blame after discovery.

  Diane Webster