Once by the Pond

by Steven Craig

I knew you once

The young woman that often walked down to the pond

Near where the old crocodile lived

Holding a small box

She would open the box and carefully peer inside

to see what her life would be like one day

what she would need

who she was that day

Her face told the story

If she was happy or she was sad or if it was exciting or held no promise

But the box it never changed

And she would go away

But she would come back from day to day and again open the box

and carefully peer inside while standing by the pond

Then one day I noticed

She was not returning any more to the pond with her box

But the old crocodile was still there



Posted on 05/11/2019
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