Doubling down on a jester's wager
resolve reduced to chance, a giant moon
their only witness, spectral solace
to a smitten scoundrel, his wayward art
sold for change on a Sunday stoop.
Her lips the prize, a carnival of trust
the weighted balls of his past, a curse
another rigged game, a sleight of heart
His future fidgets upon the dunk tank
Awaiting her throw, the straight and faithful.
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