Poetry

by Norma West Linder

SlotS

There’s a LOT

going on

between the first & last

Sparkling S

at Hiawatha SlotS

Dozens of earnest faces

lit up in neon glare

everywhere

high decibel chorus

of scores of blinking

winking

clinking

slot machines

Gamblers perched on stools

— young, old, infirm & fair

hoping to win

LOTS of money

Only one machine

pays off consistently

— the ATM

ill-serving desperate losers

in over their heads

and sinking fast

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