I sat down at the table,
\nFolded hands in front.
\nIt was time to play a game,
\nThough I did not know which one. <\/p>\n
There were no other players,
\nJust a figure dealing cards
\nTo the empty spaces \u2018side me
\nI remember it was odd. <\/p>\n
I was dealt to, also,
\nA small paper stack.
\nThe cards were normal sized
\nWith royal purple backs. <\/p>\n
When the deck was empty,
\nWith my cards in hand,
\nI took a careful look
\nAt the vibrant span. <\/p>\n
The cards were not numbered,
\nBut instead each bore a sign
\nWords, I was sure,
\nBut none I recognized. <\/p>\n
The dealer looked expectant,
\nWhich was quite the feat
\nSince they had no features
\nLike those that see and eat. <\/p>\n
I looked again to my cards,
\nEvery line and curve.
\nIf there were rules to play,
\nI had to quickly learn. <\/p>\n
But no signal was given,
\nNo other player played,
\nSo I took a gamble
\nAnd selected one to lay. <\/p>\n
I placed the card face-up I sat down at the table, Folded hands in front. It was time to play a game, Though I did not know which one. There were no other players, Just a figure dealing cards To the empty spaces \u2018side me I remember it was odd….<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1071,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-94722","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/94722","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1071"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=94722"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/94722\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":104591,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/94722\/revisions\/104591"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=94722"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=94722"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=94722"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nOn the table top.
\nThe faceless dealer grinned,
\nAnd vanished with a pop<\/em>. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"