the days are long
cards thrown
one at a time
at a wall of gray cement
they land face down or up
an Ace
a Queen of Clubs not Hearts
is a Jack a Knave?
boats rock
on distant waves
not blue waves
gray green
1 + 1 equals something too far gone to see
the cards don't tell a thing
at the corner of the future
is the past
she knocks me flat
cards fall out of my pockets
I never pick them up
the sea is not too far from here
I can taste the salt
is there a boat out there for me?
a gray boat
on gray waves
the clouds
curtains covering sky
steel curtains
cold rivets
raining down
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