Dominoes
what once stood up now, no longer
like dominoes, one knocking over the other
all laying neatly in a straight row
with a clicking sound as down it goes
each connected by the dots
never enough when I draw my lot
what I once had and now haven't got
never even get to take a shot
too much time to stand them up
once it's there, then it's not
ending coming too abrupt
like a blind man on a bluff
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Jo Bien | Year Posted 2010
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