Spinning Globes At Home Poem by James Daniel Brough

Spinning Globes At Home



You always held the cards.
I did my best. Persevered.
I stared at the backs of them trying to read your eyes through a thousand wires and connections.
But the result was always fixed and pre-determined.
So that’s what you meant when you said you don’t play games with people.
You’re playing Solitaire.
I’m spinning globes at home.

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