Just me practicing Concrete Poetry. Enjoy
| I find a box.
Inside this box I find an old toy of mine.
I admire the toy for a second and then I see on old book.
I pick it up and begin to read the back when I see a scarf.
I pick it up and feel the soft material when I see a picture.
It is an old family picture, before we moved here.
Then I hear mom calling for me to come to her.