Daily Poem 23: The Lost Numbers

4 8 15 16 23 42

I bet the numbers, slide my chips

Into their squares and step away

To watch the Roulette gods decide

Who wins this battle of the war.

Odd or Even. Red. Black. Heads. Tails.

Statistics. Probability.

The ball is from my Grade 1 class

And plays Duck-Duck-Goose with the wheel

Until she finds the boy she likes.

He’s 23. And metaphors

Don’t matter anymore. I won

And money made the others lost.

This is based on my experience of winning (a small amount of) money playing the Lost numbers at Roulette in Las Vegas.  For those of you who are fans of Roulette wondering how I could bet on 42 when it’s not on the board, I bet on 2 (4 and 2) instead.

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I'm a published Canadian poet and fiction writer, posting haiku daily @writelightning on most social media sites. Please like and comment so that I know you're reading. It means a lot to me! View all posts by writewithlightning

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