Watching the Dice Dance

white hot heat on a Texas day

boys gathered in the shade

of a deserted alleyway

watching dice dance

and passing the time

each waits for a chance

ready to roll anytime

“seven” was the lone sound

as the dice danced on

the ground

“craps!” the others cried

In the shaded alleyway

collective joy amplified

during their child’s play

**

Author: Dave Stancliff

Retired newspaper editor/publisher, veteran, freelance writer, blogger. Married 44 years. Independent thinker. A sense of humor. Defender of truth. Give my poems, essays and short stories a try. I look forward to meeting you.

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