Factory workers,
housewives, husbands
neighbors
gather
in the small kitchen.
Under bright light
black night
looks in.
Dealer slides
cards across
slippery table.
Laughter,
cigarette smoke
soars to gray ceiling.
Ginger and whiskey
glasses sweating
stains on rock maple.
Hands holding
many cards,
they disappear
one by one.
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nice poetry. ( see if this works)
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ReplyDeleteis this at nanoo's house?
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