Wednesday, 20 February 2013

A Game Of Cards

Crescent of beetroot on a white plate.
Flakes, crumbs of whatever it was
you were eating last night. Feel
a spring in my heel. Brightness,
birds, if you pay attention,
singing. Plans, purpose
waylaid by distraction

photos spread like a hand
of playing cards. I'm lying
on top of the deck, lying
with my head propped in my hand.
 
Brightness, whiteness
in all of these places

kings, jacks, aces.

2 comments:

  1. The brightness happens twice with a quiet difference. Both times the word shines.

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