His heavy silver dollar spun bar-top
across laughing reflections, unnoticed,
near calm flat eyes of Daisy Grace from Mudd;
a nowhere place with wine for visitors.
He was someone's cruel joke unattended.
Billy's childhood was pinched into nothing.
There wasn't any fairness about it.
He's played a thousand hands to find this card.
His private moments of hesitation
captured on the backs of notebook paper.
Absolutely no talking when she speaks.
Her missing smile might communicate room.
Winter was right outside their intentions.
Both were ripened by a loose perception.
