Concentration
it was obviously him pretending to be her
the round green light staring
far too long
can’t reply to email
but can stalk me with another's
eye
not any longer do I think what’s
up with that
one finger headed to the block function and
I’m told
at these moments things click
into place for me there was no discernable sound
the emotion running smooth in a track worn
across
years word matching
bitter stinging frightful
all a kids card game close
your eyes turn the card
turn the card again and
match
ReplyDeleteConcentration might help the player, but it won't affect the cards!
Love this poem, Kerri. Thank you.