QUEEN OF JACKS
TRANSLUCENT MIRRORS ONCE HAZEL BRIGHT
NOW MILKY
PALED BY TOO MANY FORGOTTEN YESTERDAYS
REFLECTING NOTHINGNESS AGAIN TODAY.
BUT SOMEWHERE
HIDDEN INSIDE THE FAULTY WIRING
WHERE WINDOWS OPEN INSIDE OUT,
SOMETHING MISFIRES AND A MEMORY
PUNCTURES THE DARKEST NIGHT....
AND YESTERDAY EMERGES
RAINING DOWN IN SILVER FRAGMENTS.
GLITTERING JACKS
SHIMMERING DUST...
NO CONFUSION
IN THIS ILLUSION.
HANDS ALIGNED
A FLIPPANT TOSS,
CHITTER CHATTER
AS THEY SCATTER.
EMBELLISHED ON THE WORN SMOOTH TILE
HER SIGNATURE.
PROOF OF HER REIGN
THE QUEEN OF JACKS
WHO CALLS HER NAME?
By DALLAS
© 2010 DALLAS
(All rights reserved)
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