By RC deWinter
lucky in card unlucky in love so old cardsharks say the inverse isn't true i play the hands i'm dealt eights and aces at the table and in love so ante up you brash bold gamblers i'll raise you every time i’m the great dissembler prepare to lose your shirts my heart a poker face cards close to the chest is my new game i've given it away too many times and learned the hard way not to smile
pitch black eyes closed supine in a barren field waiting for the dragon of dreams nose open for the smoketang of singed stardust ears pricked for the great whoosh of leather wings craving the sharp but welcome spike of a talon lifting me away to where everything is possible i need to be there in the night for i've forgotten how to dream in daylight my castles in the air crumble not even half built and i sit half buried spitting sand awash in the saltwater of regret it's said we all dream every night there was a time when i remembered mine they soothed me taught me gave me glimpses of the future damn all oneirologists for liars! i do not dream not anymore when i awake my mind is blank as any new-made slate innocent of visions good or ill i need to dream for dreams are hope oh dragon take me please and let me dream tonight
RC deWinter’s poetry is widely anthologized, notably in New York City Haiku (NY Times, 2/2017), easing the edges: a collection of everyday miracles, (Patrick Heath Public Library of Boerne, 11/2021) The Connecticut Shakespeare Festival Anthology (River Bend Bookshop Press, 12/2021), in print: 2River, Event, Gargoyle Magazine, the minnesota review, Night Picnic Journal, Plainsongs, Prairie Schooner, Southword, The Ogham Stone, Twelve Mile Review, York Literary Review among many others and appears in numerous online literary journals.
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