Thank you for
showing up at the venue from where the gambler tosses all they have
onto a table set on a busy street.
Thank you for putting on display a beating heart pulsing with angel’s fingers
on that dirty boulevard.
The rose now a beloved queen to a lost traveling soul aches for a few moments
of respite before the end.
Thank you for tossing laughter as a hopeful crowd tosses rice at the bride’s
feet when the rain will inevitably wash the marble clean.
Thank you for spinning from the air a gentle reminder that all is salvageable.
