two hearts

           only beat

           single plays

instantly rubbing tropical

heaviness tossing

peanut shells beneath periwinkle

plastic sidewalk sanctuary

                four 2s, six pairs, three trips—

                dragons only defeated by their own kind

holding disposable cards,

only as long as the ice ceases to melt,

only until the last

piece of waterproof currency

has all been traded,

trading places

with worn-out, watered-down

instances; satisfaction

or in poorer realms,

as a shame slinks

over, the shuffler