Written By The Hermit Poet
Craps was the game he played
Once a month
Took a round trip flight
Carried his cash in an old bag
Stood most of the night
At the table
Sometimes won
Sometimes lost
His demeanor
Always stable
Just a way to unwind
The game
Cleared his mind
This piece is part of the Rewind Series
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I love this. Reminds me of this group of card players that come in once a month before they have their big game at one of their houses.