Monday, August 04, 2008

THAT CARD

by Dale Goodson


looming

like Mt. Everest
in the backyard

but forget pigment
it could be anything

the guy in the oddly shaped hat
the one who smells of garlic
the skinny one
the fat one
(a woman!)

we grow suspicious
and small
experience
a loss of flexibility
it takes so little to alarm

you can play it that way

but there are rules
and they don’t begin with the toss of coin

ignore that
and everything is fair game


Dale Goodson is a writer from Seattle currently living in New York City.
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