Whose poem is this?

I found it in a neglected
corner. Dusty. Dim.
Slightly larger than ordinary.

A cat's eye. A shooter?
Light passes, bends
through the edges.

At the center, this swirl of dark
color. Smooth and cold
at the heart of the hand.

Someone must miss it.
Is it yours?

 

 

Comments

[Dave]

Now that you mention it, I think I *have* lost a few marbles...