Center Word

I draw 7 tiles
trying to build
off of the center word
in this real life game of scrabble

nothing I can construct
from this soul of vowels
no consonants
in my heart

the game plays on
your turn is quick
your tiles better
your heart unscathed

no words to make
to lead me forward
after the board is folded
and the game put away
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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