The ten-year-old Wipes the cards On his Hawaiian shirt, Shuffles, and deals, humming Boney Maroni to his earphones While Willie Nelson Murmurs You were always on my mind To mine. Peacefully, we draw And discard, draw and discard, Looking for a third king or inside straight While the wind picks up And the sky darkens, Till, oracular, he speaks. ``Funnel clouds sighted in Sauk County.'' Grins; ``not ours. Gin.''