ideas and potential
were outlined on paper
and placed into a
windowless manila shroud
clasped by a thin
chaste sliver of tin

it rests in the elements
weathered, bleached and frayed

this envelope has been held
to the lamp by Pandoras
a phrase parsed, a glimpse of numbers
judgements made, movement, movement
onward, on… on

the parcel has been offered
it has been stolen

it has been slept on
beads of sweat have been formed
steam almost compromising
its sentinel adhesive
blind with boredom

perhaps if these wraps were paisley
indicative of the purple passages within

its records remain untold

awaiting nimble, swift

deft fingerprints

© Tom Watters  1/30/07