It was all or nothing. <br /> <br />All the cards were on the table. <br />No aces up the sleeve. <br /> <br />Fate sat patient in the corner <br />Sipping an ice cold draft of beer <br />And the one-eyed dealer <br />Cocked his wrist and fired— <br />A single lifetime from the deck. <br /> <br />It landed square in front of him. <br />Deuces wild. <br /> <br />And the only question was <br />Would he hold or fold? <br /> <br /> <br />(Previously published in The Horsethief's Journal, Issue 6, Dec 1999)<br /><br />Laurence Overmire<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/deuces-wild/
