flying with those two
above the Arctic Circle
we played cards
spoke and said not much
glances was all we understood
there’s no need
to deal in order
that is the order of things here:
time allows that luxury
the role of cards
and of glances
in a place like this
is to alleviate the burden of time
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Whoa, where are these poems coming from!
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