RIVERWOODS POEMS: THE OPENING GAMES

THE OPENING GAME

On the cribbage board your hands,

Your big and bony masculine hands,

Move your pegs, your red pegs,

And my unwomanly sturdy hands

Want my pegs to follow

But the cards do not cooperate.

Instead I tell you how my sled

Slid into the sunken garden.

You tell me your father died young

But yours was a kindly stepfather.

And now my blue pegs come up

To yours and we move in tandem.