Thursday, May 31, 2012

At Odds

At Odds
One pink, one orange, one white
I pop them
then drop them
from sight
out of my circle of thinking
ridding my head for this night
Hoping at dawn I will write
of distance
for sixpence
I might
find others to match them
in pairs. Of pink, of orange, and white
S.B. Borgersen May 2012

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