Jigsaw

I’ve lately become slightly obsessed
with the trousers
of Ringo Starr.

I’ve stared at them from all
angles, looking hard at their
colour and pattern.

But I’ve stared more at the
gaps where the tables
veneer shines through.

My fingers toy with small
complex shaped black
pieces of card.

While Ringo’s trousers
burn themselves into
my mind.

An image retained long
after the puzzle
is finished.