SAFE

I asked,
“Who are you?”

She said,
“Me? Oh, I’m a locked safe.”

Silence.

She continued,
“And I’m still looking
for the right combination.”

Silence.

“And I won’t give up,
because if it’s locked,
there has to be something
valuable inside.”

Silence.

“Right?”

© Andy Costello, Reflections, 2009