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.


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



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