Fifty-Two

Fifty-two cards between the Ace of Spades and Suicide Kings—

From the Jack of Hearts to the stoic Queens.

Fifty-two white keys dance ‘cross the piano’s face;
Like ivory teeth, woven through maple with pearly lace.

Fifty-two weeks are the essence of a year,
Blown out like candles—and renewed in Monday’s tears.

Fifty-two—2,000 miles long, but a hundredth by name—
Splices Northwest and Southeast; with the residual untamed.

Fifty-two is simple and meaningless—an advocate for intricacy.
Fifty-two is just another number, stashed between 51 and 53.