Cribbage
Red and white markers
chased each other
along the S bends,
past the skunk lines
to the final straight
where a single space
awaited the winner.
I don’t remember
who won, nor do I care.
But I know we shuffled
the cards and dealt again
as we waited for sleep
to descend and bless us.
We fasted that night:
no food, no water.
When midnight struck,
we put away the deck
and pegging board,
and bade each other
goodnight.
“Sleep well if you can,
my friend,” you said.
“Tomorrow will bring
a much more serious game
that neither of us
can afford to lose.”
rogermoorepoet 
Don’t know how to play cribbage. But I’m a quick study at cards!
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It’s a great game. Played a great deal in English pubs and taught (very young) to children. We played it in the family quite a lot: two hand, three hand, and four hand.
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My dad was a great card player. We played a game called Casino when I lived at home. And in college it was Pitch, Hearts and Poker!
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I loved cribbage as a child… I played with my Nan (God rest her soul) and she pretty much taught me how to play cards (I pretty much can play most card games) and how to bet on horses. Concerning the poem, it has The Seventh Seal feeling to it in the last lines
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I think 15/2, 15/4, 15/6 were my first words! If they weren’t, they should have been. Now that’s a great way to begin a story or a poem!
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It is… I am waiting Roger
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So: who’s going to write it? I think it fits in very well with your surreal paintings! Maybe I’ll beat you to it. I’ll see what I come up with tonight.
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This is a challenge Roger… I have to have a nap before I can write poetry though
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