Thursday, November 12, 2009

The Lottery Ticket Salesman



An old man slings
A black satchel over
His shoulder
In his hands
A fan of Lebanese Lottery tickets

I do not want to play
I do not wish
to gamble
In a language I don’t understand

He sets one ticket
Nevertheless
On my table
Opens all his 10 weathered fingers
To show me the cost
My camera catches
His eye
So I buy a ticket
& shoot
His picture

It’s a deal

He does not smile

I pray my numbers
Hit.

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