Playing Poker at My Fiance’s Family Reunion
It’s a full house,
the pair of us
and three of their kind.
I bet I don’t –
and won’t –
know all the hands
they’ve ever played,
but I know
there’s a shark at the table.
I hold the ace of diamonds,
curious about the cards
they’ve been dealt:
do they feel like kings?
what’s the status of the queens?
how often have they tried to bluff?
These first rounds make me
feel a little blind,
new to their nuance,
unsure of the face I put forward.
I can’t speak for them,
but there are no cards up my sleeve,
only a little beginner’s luck.
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Great poem, very clever and appropriate analogy to the situation. Lots of good lines
A joy to read!
What an apt and well-developed metaphor!