Thursday, September 10, 2009

Luck of the Draw


Luck of the Draw

I realize now
I haven’t won anything

all those empty shells
don’t add up

maybe one-hundred
people know my
name

I don’t get to
finish restoring
that old car

I don’t get
to find my
high school sweetheart
online

the pain you
feel looking
ahead is all
a backwards glance
to me

I knew the
number today

we all knew
the number

I was too
careful too
afraid

I drew the bullet
to me like
a bee
sensing my fear

I felt no
sting but
laughed
to myself that
two-thousand
could be such
an unlucky number

so far
from thirteen

so far
from home


Randolph Nesbitt

Posted over on Poets Against The War

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