The Card Unplayed
Thick rimmed glasses, Clubs,
Hearts and Spades.
The King of the Queens, the Jack
of the Trades.
The master in his mind,
insignificant in theirs.
Blind as they are, internal fire
flares.
Passion runs deep, with the flip
of the card.
Soul screaming silently,
strategically scarred.
52 mysteries, all shuffled and
stacked.
Naming them out, concentration
cracked.
As they sit down, to the left of
his game,
The master fades vastly out of
his fame.
Her fall fashion scarf and Herb
Essence tea,
Has distracted him from his Wednesday
routine.
Her ignorance is a bliss born to
him,
His glasses fog up and his face
starts to swim.
What he can’t behold is the fondest
of all,
The triumph, the victory, the Ace
of the draw.
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