the edges are all straight

in a puzzle, unlike a cliff

where the edges are pronounced

suddenly in a fading scream

falling away somewhere below



I am a puzzle piece. I try

to fit in, to be a part; yet

every thing’s so inconsequential

when scattered across a table



with a gasp, a slow hand grasps

at an edge, desperate like a juggler,

too late, after an errant ball



a puzzle piece slips from the table’s

edge, falling unnoticed to the floor



a pebble ticks the rock face as it falls


(July 30, 2018)


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