born
i play hearts (three of them,
face down
on
the table, holding on, hands full).
numbers count
and
rocket toward the sky
as
i leap
over billboards and billiards.
i
find the hand i hold
to
be too much for you,
and
i win, gradually,
taking time
to take it down
and
make my millions.
i keep trying,
after all the cards have been taken.
i
place all my bets on you...
Friday, July 30, 2010
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