From a distance,
the pattern looks right.
Buckles go unnoticed;
rough edges smoothed over
with a Libra trowel.
Hate puzzles.
I take it apart, spread it,
shameless, for a good hard look;
see all sorts of things.
Slowly it comes together;
gaps stare expectant
in the scene like clouds.
Then you.
End pieces tumble easy, snap,
fully interlock promises
and now.
and now.
tk/November 2014
Ronaldo Stainforth steps out of his black and white world...
