Neon_ Dice


There is neon light dancing, 
a reflection on ice
in an amber glass

Passerbys on the grid
see her swaying
but cannot hear the clinking
of the light filled cube

Four rectangles glare flourescence of a passing bus

occupants whose silhouettes bely their indivual
Above them neatly kept rows of yellow squares

tic tac toe times ten

lamentingly laboring lost dreams
in three dimensional gridlock

while you stare at words on a glowing backdrop.

The End

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