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poem
tucked neatly discretely away
underneath three upside down walnut shells
people
places
thangs
carnival sounds and tasty Caribbean ware
colorful
festive costumes surround us
contemplating
it is about you
watching me shift the shells
slow
accelerated
be patient
in a minute I will give you the chance to overturn one
uncovering the truth
was it about you?
somewhere with you?
something we did
somewhere over the rainbow
far
far
away
it made me incapable of sleep last night
until it found its way on my note pad
and underneath one of these empty walnut shells
A game of chance
For sure
And even if you pick the right one
I’m not obligated to tell you the truth
A writer of poems
Has that privilege
So
Step right up
Take your pick
See if it’s there
Try and beat the odds
If correct
Good for you
If you ain’t
Better luck
Next time
