The Bottle Drops

We interrupt this program

Tragedy in Paris, killed in a car crash, Princess Diana of Wales

Her fingers slip

The bottle drops

And falling in slow motion

The bottle hits

The stopper rolls across the bathroom floor

And hits a wall

And with a click

It's like a tiny trapdoor opens

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A tiny hole, a metal box

A rusty hinge, a broken lock

Slowly crack the treasure open

Cat's eye marble, diecast car

A pocket knife, a chocolate bar

A watch that's waiting to be wound,

A treasure waiting to be found

I am Howard Carter stepping into Tutankhamun's tomb

Each object in the box was a breadcrumb leading to a dazzling idea

Give back the box

Wherever the owner was, she would find him

and return his childhood

I have to try

If he was touched, Amélie would become

an anonymous do-gooder

That would be her mission; anonymous good-deed-doer.

If I did, I could be like Lady Di-