Bad Beat
I am delirious
My heart palpitates
Palms sweat
Regal kings peer from the pocket
like seers casting certain fate
The grizzled veteran slides chips forward
I hesitate, announce “All in”!
The table folds like fresh laundry
He smiles, declares “I call”!
Kings lovingly embrace queens
One, two, three the flop-
a benign wind I am safe
The turn shows nine, no threat
Slowly the dealer rolls the river
card and I drown in a tear
of the red queen’s knowing eye.
No comments:
Post a Comment