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the matchless king
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nothing dates you like this game
of frantically matching the king and queen
playing solitaire alone before
the mocking audience of all my past

the ones who loved me
the ones i loved
the halves of perfect men
turn over the hanged man the knave

the queen of swords comes riding, riding...

turn over the king of cups, the king of water
you of the blue-grey eyes, of the islands,
and we come together not as bricks form a house
but as drops of rain form a pool
swim for shore
reshuffle
decked anew we embark
on all the games we can only play
together

.................................
Marie Coffin
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Copyright © Marie Coffin
May 1996

...a poem in this room by Marek Lugowski...
...on the wall -- my private wall...
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