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.
in all of these places
kings, jacks, aces.