Wednesday, 1 February 2012


 If ever you play Scrabble
with one arm over a loved one’s
shoulder - then - and only then
will you smile down at a board
- that universe spread beneath breaths
and get a sense of the next letter
- your strategy -
that is – what  - and how - and when - and whether
to bother to feel for a next little word
- your play.

1 comment:

  1. Like it. Read it a few times and each time gave me a different image. Thanks for sharing