On Encountering G7

On Encountering G7

In shuffles B, world-weary,
forlorn; its heavy burden
pulling you toward a left path.
Smallest digit contorts, straight-
jacket loosens, a reaching;
white wash finish fades
away from the keys that rest,
important and complacent:
five keys for the five digits
of man. C lies disgraced;
F and G will have none
of it. They commit themselves
to a foul homogenization;
B loses buoyancy, falls, drowns,
godless and forgotten, buried
alive under the mute black skies.

—–

Quinton Duval Award in Creative Writing 2014: First place winner

Published in The Suisun Valley Review 2014 issue

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