10/29/2020

Flotsam

the wandering albatross

around my neck was hung

and bad luck dared me

 

to flip coins, ask, what is worse?

mosquitoes, fire ants, rattlesnakes

solitude, or strong convictions

 

shearing me away from

friendly games at kitchen tables

dice with limited possibilities

 

dotted tiles, fanciful cards

decked out for speechless

Sunday nights

[RK, 10/29/2020]

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