The homeless live in boxes
Some live in a box of cardboard
Some live in a box of dates and times
Some live in a box of lists
Others an identity box
Or a box of expectations
All the homeless live in a world view
They swear their boxes free them
Each homeless person has a favorite box
Some homeless rave on
about thinking outside the box
They do this from within their box
Where can I find a person with no box
A person who is home in the universe?
Where can I find a person with no box
Who I can box with
and we can have a sip of this fine wine?
George Breed
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