I'd tell them, you know, if they wanted to know. I'd tell them all sorts of things.

Saturday, March 24, 2012

Our Crossedwords





I predict our conversation
May turn out to be
Somewhat like a game
Of Scrabble:
No basis of it’s own,
Only building on itself,
And who knows what words
Will have been laid out
By the time
We’ve finished our turns?
Add up the scrambled pieces
Leftover at the end,
And we will find that
Someone lost,
And someone had to win.
Unproductive,
Just like always,
Next week we’ll play again.

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