Dust Devil

The Card Players

The Card Players

How we envy their not caring, their sculptural crossing of legs, their idle tossing of cards!

When they get up, they are satisfied as if from work or war. They rub their hands, adjust belts, jingle change in their pockets, and see that their wives have been faithful in their absence.

—David Ray, Tucson poet

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