I Don’t Believe

I don’t believe in magic or in luck.
I don’t have playing cards up any sleeve.
I’ve never been by fortune thunderstruck.
I don’t believe.

I play at solitaire. The games relieve
some homely hours, till I find I’m stuck
with card arrays no genius would conceive.

And then I toy with thinking I’m a duck
who can’t win even Klondike. So I grieve –
this may mean luck in life… But what the fuck?
I don’t believe.

(Roundel)

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