If you and I had a hand-picked deal,
and ours were the hands,
and we'd alternate picks
from all of reality's features that crash
or could crash in waves -
we'd choose what sticks.
I wonder if what we'd choose
would be anything like this deal
we hold now in our hands?
Card after card we've played
as dealt. As if destiny
were a place to stand.
A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.
but aren't they all random?
Saturday, March 13, 2021
hand-picked deal
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