Esprit
by William C. Burns, Jr.



Esprit


Concealed
in the darkness
I open the box
unleashing the Spirit Thing

Confused
It looks into my eyes
wary

Quietly it takes a tender
tentative step
It looks to me again
Reading my intent

Suddenly the eyes snap open
It quivers

In a flash of sound
and light
Its is gone
out the door
left ajar

I close the box


Copyright William C. Burns, Jr. 1998

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