Craps
No two skies are ever exactly the same --
certainly not yours and mine – yet we
inclement, and clear, at times in a quite
agreeable way. No two rises and sets are ever
less thrilling, for the sun cycles in an infinite
universe, never in the same solar place twice --
man riding the claims of larger game victory,
while tossing in knowledge of his little, dotted
square dice --
Copyright © Joe Dimino | Year Posted 2025
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