Monday, December 13, 2010

Guess the game

It shouldn't have mattered, the insects were buzzing, the tropical ones
Time had passed quicker than your strategic thinking,
you lost to a preferred kingdom, chosen by those quicker than you.
But if you were a rocket, sure you would soar quick too.

I wait for wind to inflate the spheres on my skin,
goosebumps on an anti-goose
All the geese flew away last night, did you miss it?
He nodded, he had definitely missed the event.
Perhaps at another venue, he added.
I drank a sip from the tall glass.
I tasted the taste.
And I wished I had taken another path.
But only in hindsight, not in a foreshadow.

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