I lost thirty bucks on a poker game with those
I thought were friends.
But friends wouldn't take you for all you have, would they?
I don't even smoke but they wouldn't even give me a cigarette before
I took my leave.
I stepped in a puddle on my way down the road.
The only one for miles.
It soaked through to my socks.
My best pair.
I found a quarter on the ground.
Success!
I flipped the quarter and I lost it in some weeds.
Not ready to go home, my bed feeling
unwelcoming,
I wandered to the park far away and found
a swing.
I never swung so high as I did that night.
I felt like I might swing into the moon.
It was beautiful, that lunar landscape, full of sand traps and long gone lakes, it was where I wanted to be.
And then you called out hey you.
That could only mean hey me.
I turned to see a shiny new quarter in the form of a girl.
Want to come to my place, she said,
it's near by.
And I knew, by the moon, I had found her.
My money that was gone was now mine.
I could do without my thirty twenty-five.
I was, for a time, the richest man alive.
Her address, if you believe, was Lover's Lane number three zero two five.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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