.40) The Lottery Wizard - Poem by Max Reif
The guy in front of me at 7-Eleven
takes forever to make up his mind,
savoring the power in his finger
as he points it like a dowser
at the colored cards
he hopes are lucky today:
Scratchers, Fantasy 5, Daily Derby—
and don''t forget the Power Ball.
He nonchalantly pulls a thick
wad of bills from his pocket,
takes off the clip,
and like a card shark
off the top onto the counter,
peons doing his bidding,
as he tries to make
the moment last.
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