Posted in Poetry, Prose


she would accept
the gambling ways
of my heart,
betting, setting the stakes,
high, let the chips fall
where they may,
Shuffling the deck
my joker faces smiling
as she folded and smirked
her fortune, in misfortune
when her luck turned
the day we met

Another gamble
with love



Just an American lost in Denmark. The past few weeks being back in the good old USA. It is like Aliens have taken over my mind, changing it from what I knew to what I know. It might be the heat, or it might be the influence of hearing English 24 hours a day, but whatever the cause, it is only temporary while dealing with this time and space.

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