in the park in front of the patio,
the eucalyptus dances in gay abandon.
laughter’s postage stamp on an envelope of the early morning breeze.
a symphony of birds, rising, lilting, lifting.
under the tree, five old men,
in scorching emasculating summer heat,
they are at their unending game of cards.
now and then, their muted shouts of joy meander within hearing.
five snuffed out humans,
awaiting their destined turns at life’s game of dice.