The Card Game
I’ll go you one better! He said, and tossed in a day of his own.
I saw why he raised me; the day was a snappy one, up early, hit the roaring playing fields, happy after dinner treats.
I’ll call, said I, and threw in one of my best.
A cool morning, sun barely up, afternoon with needles crunching in the dry mountains, evening honeysuckles
I’ve two races won, sweet aftershave and a golden trophy ring, said He.
I guess I’m losing this one then, I said.
I’ve a room of my own with candle wax and soft shadows in the moonlight.
I saw why he raised me; the day was a snappy one, up early, hit the roaring playing fields, happy after dinner treats.
I’ll call, said I, and threw in one of my best.
A cool morning, sun barely up, afternoon with needles crunching in the dry mountains, evening honeysuckles
I’ve two races won, sweet aftershave and a golden trophy ring, said He.
I guess I’m losing this one then, I said.
I’ve a room of my own with candle wax and soft shadows in the moonlight.
April, 2008
