Neon lights point
down to the straggler
below -accenting
his empty wallet
and the finger holes in his
snagged gloves. He
takes out a cigarette,
lights up, slouching
against brick walls to
protect himself
from noisy casinos.
Las Vegas - home of
gratified hearts, everlasting
buffet lines, immortal
slot machines, old
women and deceit -
he is none of these,
yet he is more.
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