Seven Winning Ways


Streaked Mancala stones
In shallow, ashen craters,
The bamboo board groans.

You saw what I see:
My tile Mah Jongg—we being
Two like leaves of tea.

Learning solitaire,
We deal tragic royalty.
Flipped, their aspects scare.

Next to the red deck,
A vetted hierarchy
Of Chinese checkers.

To make the straight Way
Even straighter, sticks and jacks
Strike the oak buffet.

Among striped, free flames,
A round of Charades, played late,
Is lord of games.

Presuming merely
To bear the beloved hand,
I bet sincerely.


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