when the chips are down
and the usual strategies
are all for nought
i pick a wild card
sometimes a wild card comes my way
tumbling on a whiff of air
sometimes it's hiding
under my bed.
then there are
my secret sources.
i take a look
at how the trees nod
or i open a book
and go - aha!
sometimes
if only i listen
the next stranger in my path-
at the cash register
or shelving canned asparagus -
says just the word
i never would have thought -
the wild card
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