Two sixes placed with trembling fingers, three are in my hand.
‘I caught you!’
Mastering bluff since our dawn,
There is still much to learn.
Eight is the face
Of, the fresh Trump card.
Bodies still, as paranoid minds
Read fingers and eyes,
Liars and honed lies.
They orient their worlds through,
The cards in their hands.
Spades and clubs,
Their diamonds and their hearts
All wrestled in a sequence.
The quest lies in fifty-two layers,
Outspread among countless players.
Each, winning and losing its head
In the one Game of
The four aces.
paridhij 