In the basement game of cards, I was dealt a winning hand,
though I lacked savings to bet, and therefore dug into debt,
the first of many loans
leveraging certainty into chimera,
without date for redemption.
The only receipt was emotional . . . and though I never had to duck
down the back stairs of tenements, I often had to climb up
the trellis of a mansion
to glimpse my two sons,
kiss my love in her sleep.
About Gregg: Gregg Mosson is the author of two books of poetry, Season of Flowers and Dust (GooseRiver, 2007) and Questions of Fire (Plain View, 2009). His poetry and literary commentary have appeared in The Cincinnati Review, Smartish Pace, The Potomac Review, The Baltimore Review, JMWW, Boxcar Poetry Review, and The Futurist. Mosson currently is a contributing poetry editor at The Baltimore Review. For more information, seek www.greggmosson.com.