Ebony crags of individualistic style
inspire the senses ~ to look beyond the conformity.
Backlit by fierce clouds ~ sweeping away boredom
with angry flashes of cloudy confusion.
Like an eruption of explosive lava
from ages gone by
which mirrors the failures and emotions
of the downtrodden gamblers.
Canary yellow lies beneath
like cowardice,
people afraid
to dream again.
Yet, hope remains
golden riches will prevail like the sunset.
To those who gamble
and those who cater to them.
© 2002 by Rosemary Winters Tracey
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