Pieces

On a hot day

In May

Some minutes

Around noon,

Mick passed away,

Life is strange,

You never know

Who, why, how,

Or when,

Sometimes it feels

Like we’re pieces

In some fucking game.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Songs From A Seabird” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

5:40 PM May 20, 2015

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