The Old Box – A Poem by Shannon Morgan
The Old Boxby Shannon Morgan Cleaning out attic-storage,I spotted an unmarked box.Placing it on my lapThe tape crumbled,tears began to fall;I gently took my Annie Oakleycowgirl hat, the fire-redfaded to pink, and placed iton my head.The stretched suede chin-strapbroke in my hand.I lifted out the holster with“Annie Oakley” etched insilver on the gun.The leather crackled,…
