30 Oct

She found a
jig-saw puzzle piece upside-down,
and another, and others, trailing.

She asked:
are flocks resurrected?
are schools reincarnated?
do they recollect individuality?
do individuals recall collectivity?
do jig-saw puzzle pieces hope?

she followed
the trail of pieces,
turning up
little pictures, patterns,
clues, bits on pieces.
It would be pretty.

She faced them down.
Selected the most similar.
Stuck their faces down,
(except a plain one,
bright in the centre)
to make a flock,
a school,
a crowd of clones

(Like a goddess
in a cloud of crones).

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Posted by on 30 October, 2010 in POEMS


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