The Game of Craps

The poetry of rolling dice against the odds in a descending staircase

The world is a gamble,
In jest we place our bets
and wink at destiny
as hopeful players do
in this the game of craps.

Life breeds the need to reach
a hand into the ether’s net
and toss our little dice
down to the hope of seldom odds
and the rolling sevens
or elevens within our minds.

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