On a brown-black table lies a tiny box of happiness
Not in itself, the box was far too cynical, but
In the act of doing what was told by the
Chafing mind of a wistful little girl
In her little warren of grey, but
Apace! apace! one and one
One more and another;
Assure that happy
Is the key, one
And another;
Prest-o!