RND// A sketch and a poem for M. Get well soon my friend.
Recent Strange Emotional Weather
i. She never appears on overcast days
And the week draws long without her
Morningshine through her highlights
Feels a sudden waking dream of early Spring
And when we used to stand together
Smiling at naive cat tattoos on her phone
I must admit, my attention would drift
To the soft white curve at the back of her neck
Clouds seal off the sun again – the air bites
We chatter in fragments about publishing
Of class distinctions between town and gown
Of troublesome families and a recent tragedy
She calmly states it’s all a numbers game
I look up, witness vast sky shadows above
Wondering hard about the blinding reality of Now
Of self isolation and aching loneliness
The delicate hidden meanings
Of those startled, saffron cloaked eyes
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// how to play big science