Jigsaw II

The table is laid before me, 
lush red cloth, 
gold boucle braid, 
pieces lie obliquely, in random scatter.

I puzzle, edge them together
but they never fit -
colours unmatching, 
lines untouching, I don't know where they go

how they lie together
in harmony - the logic escapes me,
the colours fly, they won't
lie down, no matter how hard I try.
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