Sunday, 18 March 2018

THE DESK

We talked, both of us,and the desk stood in-between.

Words from a side wereshoved across, while theones in response choked,limped to reach the other.

Hands on the desk made gestures,reached out to far endslike the wind on a wild day,picked things up and put down.

The desk was thin when he spoke,
but gained elephant weightwhen it was my turn,and hands below lay crushed.

We talked, I tried to,with a desk in-between.


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