The Centenary Card Table

by The Bright Voice

Original EveryPoem Studio house-voice poem.

At one hundred, he still accuses his daughter of dealing from the bottom. Four generations protest. He collects the trick, pretends not to hear them, and asks who brought the weak tea. The birthday banner falls once. Nobody repairs it. The game continues, which is exactly how he wanted the party measured.
52 words · 12 lines · Free Verse
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