Saturday, June 28, 2014

...


She pieced the puzzle together,
Moving the jig into the saw;
One piece after another
Making whole, the fallen apart.


A tune played in her head, sombre.
The clock played the rhythm, on par;
Tock followed tick in perfect measure.
Her eyes and sleep, lay poles apart.


Puzzle solved, picture complete.
Before the tune could almost end with the night.
Her want to meander took over the need to arrive.  
She scrambled to start all over from scratch.

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