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I play solitaire in a canoe on a pond. I shuffle the cards and place them on a wooden tray. The canoe drifts mid-pond, and toads sing from under the mud flat alders. Mosquitoes are biting my ears, my arms, the back of my neck. They are all shuffling around me the same way I busily reshuffle the cards.
Moonlight has tricked the jack of diamonds into shining on the water. It is a strange red diamond sifting towards tadpole gills.
It is the next card I need if Iím ever to win.
The stars of Orion
playing against all the cards
they play for darkness
A bullfrog bellows
a ghost deep in its voice
chorusing through mud
I might swim under the canoe.
I might find the drowned jack cloned from light.