Solitaire

Seated alone, at a table for one,

across from no one,

putting the cards in order

then changing the order.

The king doesn’t mind—

order is what he’s looking for.

Every day’s a journey that ends

in the same place, lying under

the queen—they’re a pair.

They always find each other.

He’s not looking for someone who isn’t there.

Every day they wear

the same suits, with three spares,

when it’s over they start over.