Poetry · Writing

Senior

You were the first of triple

to land on snake eyes.

Bow out, crapped out, cashed out

the oak table is cold to the eyes
and touch. The second stumbled

from the dice rolling seven

enough to win. The dice 

are cold in his hands
but he must keep rolling-

for the third watching

on his left. Before he

must roll on his own.

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