So This is the Deal for M.D. The intricate indigo pattern of the Cincinnati Card Company, looks like an Edwardian rug, a geometric flower at its centre, surrounded by a criss-cross design that echoes the microscopic cross weave of the card’s surface. The slight curl from the dealer’s inexpert riffle, lifts the edge from the green baize. Hidden in the drop shadow like a secret swept under the carpet, the Ace of Spades, a defiant black heart refusing to match anything else in my hand. And this is the deal, the money is on the table: bluff or fold. Derek Adams   If you would like to comment on this poem, Derek Adams would be pleased to hear from you.