Chime

Chime
by, Frank Lambert

It always reflected back
whatever light
touched its smooth, lacquered surface.

The box wasn’t anything fancy
just a rectangular chunk of wood
with a brass clasp holding the lid in place.

But it wasn’t how it looked
that drew me back
time and time again.

It was what happened to me
whenever I unlocked the box
and Stranger in Paradise chimed inside my head.