Poker
Days
Straight
faced days and cards dealt without a smile
The bets
in the big ones
Are huge,
mind numbing amounts
Enough
to make you think twice
Big enough
to curl the hand for another look
And as
the weak fold the strong bet higher
Until there
is only 2 left
Smoke spirals
from the ash tray
His eyes
are narrowed, his face is set
His big
hand opens the wallet
Draws out
many, many
Matches!
March
1999
(C) Copyright 1999
EWAN ELLIOTT
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