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The Card Players
It's the second floor
apartment.
Up there,
Look.
A convivial game
of cards
is taking place.
The young man
smokes a joint,
His white beret askew,
Shirtless body
glistening in the blue
lamplight.
He's nervous,
Tense.
His female cohorts,
Dressed in their finest,
Eye him suspiciously.
Are they bluffing?
Hard to say.
But when they throw
down their decks,
He crumbles,
Laughing.
Such a lively atmosphere
in the dead of winter.
@thewaywardpoet
#winter #games #night #evening #walking #neighborhood #LosAngeles #hometown #poetry #spontaneousprose
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apartment.
Up there,
Look.
A convivial game
of cards
is taking place.
The young man
smokes a joint,
His white beret askew,
Shirtless body
glistening in the blue
lamplight.
He's nervous,
Tense.
His female cohorts,
Dressed in their finest,
Eye him suspiciously.
Are they bluffing?
Hard to say.
But when they throw
down their decks,
He crumbles,
Laughing.
Such a lively atmosphere
in the dead of winter.
@thewaywardpoet
#winter #games #night #evening #walking #neighborhood #LosAngeles #hometown #poetry #spontaneousprose
© All Rights Reserved
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