Lotto Low Times

Today is

The Wednesday

Of our hope

Springing

Spritely

Spiritedly

In the eternity

Of perfect numbers,

One for a holiday

Of dream and rest,

Another for a dream

Of late possibilities.



In another time

We collect the bets

For the lucky picks

In this lotto season

In Artesia

Past our fears

And pains,

Hunger,

Anger too

In the cold mornings

Of our sorrows.



We await

The good luck

And that last laugh.



We wage a war

With the first fives

And the super,

Imagine the millions

That go with the quick

Quiver as we feel the palm,

Its hollow the receptacle

Of huge, huge sums

The silver coins clinking

Beyond counting

With our weeks of want,

Beyond the riveting truth

Of green, green bucks

Homing to us

Like sacred joys

At last.



Jun calls

For the bets,

Rafael gathers

The rest:

A Saturday

Of betting

Is next.





Aurelio S. Agcaoili

Artesia, CA

2004