Not the Best Odds - Jan. 22, 2021

this night

I let the moon

gamble with my heart

with pitfalls in my vision

the day’s bankruptcies

the shortage of rainbows

and this bad omen of

dusk dropping into dark

nothing-to-lose seems to be

my best odds

I wait and watch her

blow on the dice

for good luck

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