A quick poem

Fountains in the yard where moles and gophers 
once roamed. Small back flow in the basement.  
The pond is over its banks. 
Little sun breaks turn to a starry night 
and thin ice on the porch.

I flop Jacks Full on a spades draw board but fold 
with three players in to that black King turned
and a reraise, re-reraise, all-in, 
call. Flip 'em. The one-outer comes 
on the river for a Royal.