Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Bones

With a crash
The bones are dumped
Upon the table
Worn by years of
Sliding ivory.
Four in one,
Three in the other,
Old hands grasp the bones
To peer quickly
At the draw.
The first is laid
Until five by five
The score is made.
Laughter,
Stories,
Caustic remarks,
Made to the slap
Of the bone
On the table.
The pegs move
Until the last is played
To the tune of
Domino!

4 comments:

WomanHonorThyself said...

hi there buddy..will add ya to my blogroll as well~!..Have a sunny day! :)

Incognito said...

Very clever.. love the twist at the end!

bigwhitehat said...

Up for some 42?

Panhandle Poet said...

Incognito: Thank you, ma'am!

BWH: Absolutely!

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