Sunday, November 16, 2014

After

After

When words have gone
And brushes dried up in their jars,
I play the cards.
Solitaire,
Where nothing matters,
Nothing is at stake.
When the cards are bad,
Just shuffle.
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3 comments:

  1. the walking manNovember 17, 2014 at 6:50 AM

    I wish my mind would come to the place where I am not constantly mulling over what the dried brushed painted, shuffling would be such a release.

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  2. The BugNovember 17, 2014 at 7:55 PM

    This is where I excel - I can crawl inside a card game & just live for days...

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  3. C.C.November 26, 2014 at 11:55 PM

    "When the cards are bad, just shuffle"--I love this...the metaphor, the simplicity. So beautiful.

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