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Values
by
James B. Nicola
Since
money was involved,
I look beyond
the ramparts of
your eyes and
think I see
a glimmer, wonder
if it’s
treachery
behind the smile,
and watch how
you respond.
I
know you know
what you have
done--betrayed,
deceived, or not--as
I know what I’ve
done.
We cover, passing
figures, having
fun,
half-placing wagers
till the hands
are played
or
one is touched
with a surprising
wink
which breaches
castle walls with
cracks of trust.
We brace or bank
as we see fit
and think
there’s
value in a sudden
burst of laughter.
And what we know
we must not do,
we must
and do; the damage,
tally, maybe,
after.
©
2009 by James
B. Nicola
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