The Three W’s


Red,yellow,blue,green,gold,white,black.
Circles,squares,lines,stripes,
youth,aged.
Voices surround me,high,low.
Glasses click together,
as the crowd goes nuts over another yard.
I sit here nurturing my drink of grapes,
alone,eyeing the festivities of my fellow humans,
wondering,wandering,wishing...killing time.
Funny thing…it's only a game.

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