She
was taking tricks on Friday
a kind of weekend while away
dealing
stacked decks flipantly
a pleasant nights piquet
One
or two counts frowned upon
some players moved along
a ruffled
shuffled crazy move
when the sparrow sang mah-jong
She
put away the box of tricks
a final score confusing mix
no more
flourish one last groove
to the final flickering candle wicks
The dangerous game where the loser gives it all
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