Friday, September 13, 2013


He sat down on a chair and took out his violin.
He played for over an hour.
The tape machines were whirring.
The room was humming.
And then he stopped.
He placed the tapes in a box.
A hundred years later, the box is discovered.
And it isn’t opened.
Is he inside and alive with his violin, or is he not.
Well, only if he jumped in the box years ago.
And was a magnificent turtle, the color of foam.
Ready to play the violin, which he had practiced quite.
If you opened it up, what would it be.
Waiting to be discovered, which would be unusual.
For turtles who hide their bodies to perfect the violins.

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