Chinese Boxes - Kim Richey

You’re like Chinese boxes

One inside the other, inside the other

One inside the other one

You’re smoking mirrors

Plastic flowers, magic spells

Misdirection, smoking mirrors, plastic flowers

How am I to know?

How am I to know?

You’re like all four seasons

One becomes the other, becomes the other

One becomes the other one

You’re daffodils and summer showers

Turning leaves on the snow

Daffodils and summer showers

How am I to know?

How am I to know?

I try and piece together clues and possibilities

I trim them sometimes in the shapes

I think they’re meant to be Still you get the best

And whatever else is left of me, still

How am I to know?

How am I to know?

You’re like Chinese boxes

One inside the other, inside the other

One inside the other one

One inside the other, inside the other

One inside the other one