He’ll Be Remembered   He’ll be remembered for the hair, I guess, and all those crazy neckties, and his name will be a synonym for something less than promised, a punchline for drinking games, the name they’ll invoke at spelling bees when the winning word is braggadocio and some skinny, owl-eyed kid asks, “Please use it in a sentence?” and there they’ll go again with that Dickensian name . . . and I’ll always think of poker, his final sneer of malevolent, stolen triumph while slapping down the ace of spades, till he hears the howls of laughter at the man who loses everything to a lousy pair of deuces.     © Michael Fleming Brattleboro, Vermont February 2019