You will not find poetry anywhere unless you bring some of it with you. Joseph Joubert

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

tic-tac-toe

Finally...
the bones played
tic-tac-toe...
the winter never lost before
but he made us win
we, played tic-tac-toe

The candle stopped breathing
and breeze stole the beads
played it all over
beneath the bed-stand
the bones played
tic-tac-toe...
Finally.

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