Las Vegas with J

Still in the back of a cab, I stare at the ring of jagged
And waterless mountains, stare at the looming
Cathedrals of sin, aware of the score of the game
Not yet played. She's bringing along an entourage:
Her parents, her cousins, an aunt and an uncle,
Her boyfriend, and two guys who'd had his place.
Will I even find floor space to share the same room?
I'll get a quick hug when we meet, then the days will
Go by with no more than a few fleeting words; Red
Rock Canyon (I wonder where she is), the Hoover Dam
(Has she finished her breakfast?), interminable, tedious
Hours with Mom up in Henderson as she and he prowl
The Strip. Finally, everything's back in the bag, and
Another cab's hauling me off to airport. I'm looking
Out at the mountains again. The game has been played.
The score came to zero, just as I knew it would be.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-10-16 at 15:41

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