Page 4 - Contrast1971Spring

The card game we played .
the evening of sitting by the window
before the train -
the fortune we told in the cards
is finished now.

The sleepy night train is stumbling .
from bed to bed
and we have finished our game.

All the plays we made to take the tricks
and tell to the story. . .
some times we played partners against
the third figure
and times we were played against each other.

The whoring 'streetcar
is picking me up and the other people
'some will. escape before we reach the climax
but i make my getaway only when it is
almost too late.

The game WP. had to play
because we tole tortunes In the trees one night .
and read palms in the grass' . ", . -
the game is over now
and we have only to think it was a good game
but we are finished playing now.

Your orders are carrying you to the valley
and mine transport me to the town
and we think we' can't be any closer
with only mountains in between .

. But the game that we were playing
that game is over.
We have tallied our points
and we put the cards away i
in boxes
but you must know that i still play the game
-sometimes in my dreams;
You are reluctant. to continue the story telling
but i am only playing the game
sometimes.

When the dreams are gone as far as the cards
then we. will have only .
to rest upon our sheepskin thoughts
sitting alone together .
before the embers of the evenings memory
thinking occasionally of how the game was played
and sipping the white wine. of tomorrow.

Ruth Feuchter