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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[Distillate © HA&L + Norma West Linder | {from the Greek bios} - the course of a life.]
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