To stroll with Kings and Queens..
I can picture those scenes coloured on cards.
Players and bards.
Aces and Jacks
Opening packs and the fogs roll in
Each day begins with these dreams..
..old men leaning on shake-forks, talking of old men who went years before.
Opening a door to a door that is locked and the early morning mocks the afternoon dressed in its lacy frocks and satin bonnets.

More Bards and sonnets.
Days for plays and players and cards.