Dealing

Wed, 10/19/2016 - 17:04 -- kpgoode

Deal out the cards. 
I knew enough about the cards that counted.
As wholes, or parts. 
With movement or just motionless figures. You're lookin for a certain picture. 
Waiting. 
The blackboard of my mind had been erased.
I was choking on my words. 
I couldn't remember what to say.
All missing.

This poem is about: 
Me

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