Games For a Tuesday Conversation
In a sentence,
wrapped shawl-like around our actions,
we’ve divided this bit of Tuesday
into segments of time,
a paragraph mimed in fast motion.
This Lego truth owes its existence
to the same architect who wrote
the song you love,
that vase of winter flowers,
a crinkled photograph
in a wallet without money.
Between the eye and the word,
asphalt is a snake,
and our cognitive center
for the highest score.