Thursday, September 29, 2022

glimmer

a glimmer does not come 
your hand steady not tipped 
silence--others watching
your cards close to your chest 
stoic, no twitches or tremors 
never betraying what you hold 
the stakes are slowly building
my ante will not come
one more chance to beat you
one more winner take all
I look at the flush dealt me
and then I quickly fold
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Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License

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