Inside the Box

A boy began to learn how to mime at age two
His parents bought him a striped shirt
Told him to go make money on the corner of 1st avenue and 65th street
In front of the drug store
The day I met him he was fourteen years old
He stood on the corner of 32nd and 101st street
In front of the church
He was in an "invisible box"
I offered him a sandwich
He stepped out of his "box"

Last week I went back to 100th and 101st street
And I saw the boy
He was sixteen years old then
Still inside the "invisible box"
I offered him a sandwich
But I realized the box was real

He finally mastered the art of miming.

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world
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