For how long I don't know - long enough to be soggy on the corner peeking out from under the awning.
Used as a step to something else,
A boot print marred one side - the mark of selfishness and need.
Obviously opened more than once,
Cast aside upon my door step:
Fate testing my heart.
Dismayed I surveyed the worn box placing it unopened in a corner.
Eventually, unsure why, I sliced it open.
Indescribable beauty lay inside - not what I was looking for, though exactly what I needed.
Exteriors and Experiences proven inconsequential.