Playing games on Sunday afternoon
No one will win anytime soon
Twelve more rounds of this game to play
Keeping our dots incognito
Until our turn at dominoes
Family chatter causing delay
(A Spanish Sestet or Sextilla)
The glossy cards are scattered thoughtfully
Into the table’s center with the rest.
An arm extends across the oak with grace
Collecting counters, gathering more points.
Six wrinkled elbows buttress wrists and hands
And secrets hidden cleverly behind
The mass-produced design intended to
Conceal authentic power, building doubt.
(A Blank Verse Poem)