11-03 - The Boxer

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(Published 20-Nov-2020 02:41:52)

What is a word, a name, but a Calliope of hope?

Called out to characterize the capacity and scope

of what might be and what truly is

the first word introduction, the last word in the biz


She was four foot nothing and mighty as well

gave the good ones a grin, the bad ones she gave hell

she was precious and awesome and beautifully

wrote her own path, delicious crafter of mystery


She owned the nothing box, and it held the key

for a good time, for a bad time, she'd open for thee

but this unpublished fact was not often shared

which is good because when they knew they stared


He was a gambler of people's fortune and fame

he too wrote stories - of hallow and shame

but few were they who read his creations

instead he'd visualize the manifestations


He needed a nothing, deep portable truth

for a story - a whimsical tale about youth

It was half-passed nothing when he found her door

from opposite sides did they stand on its shore


She, with her nothing box, dreamed of a dancer

To visit her, sing to her, maybe romance her

Standing within her humble abode

there appeared a knock, answered, and strode


And into the frame, the gambler, the rogue

introductions presented with whimsical brogue

half daring, half nasal, he was nobody's hero

but she listened to him - momentarily non-zero.


After offer and honor, he then stood, box in hand,

making his prayers, he used it as planned,

pulling out: plot device; a name; and a song

with soft flowing movements to the hearer belong


Handing it back, he then placed them in bags,

and hummed the tune to himself, as in rags

he swayed to the melody and offered a dance

to the lady holding the box with a glance


She paused not a moment - stepped forward true

and they experienced a memory, dancing on queue

a lilt, and a dip, and a whimsical flourish

were enough to massage her dreams, to nourish


The hope she had of someone like him,

but definitely not the rogue (too dim),

so, they finished their dance, their elegant sway,

and he nodded his head, gave her thanks, walked away.

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