"The desert bears only a scathing sun, and nothing more."
"What about mirages?"

Sunday, March 11, 2012

Hearts.

Shuffle the deck
cut it down the middle
and draw.
a one
in fifty two chance
that you will
get my heart.
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4 comments:

  1. Brother OllieMarch 13, 2012 at 10:16 AM

    dig it - card shark

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  2. Human ParadoxMarch 18, 2012 at 11:18 AM

    Clever! There's a style evolving here that you have a talent for.

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  3. TaylorMarch 18, 2012 at 10:16 PM

    I love this

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  4. UnknownMarch 19, 2012 at 3:20 AM

    this is how i imagine this:

    to whoever you are dedicating this poem to,
    you are saying these words and as a card comes out and held by the hand, you disappear.

    that person's left with your heart. maybe not.

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