The Hand

The Hand

My hand’s all numbers so what the heck?
I drew a card from atop the deck,
My palms were wet and my cheeks a-fire
A chip and a chair with stakes ne’er higher.
My fortunes rose and I watched ‘em fall,
As the ‘Old Man with the Axe’ takes all.

Photo by Rumalowa

Doug Langille

Husband, father, writer and shameless technophile.

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