18 June 2013

Really you


Text messages drain the sense
from the way the body flowered

into athelete’s limbs
in finishing positions

Hand-held candles are conversations
in themselves, can be heard above
the busy signals, busy fingers

I am a dead ringer for myself:
hyper, momentarily, then
quiet again, telling you
yes your new jumper is really you

© Andrew F Giles 2013

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