The Poetry Bar


Some people
Are dressed up as roulettes
You can spin them off
Place your bets
Try your chances
They are for playing
Games that aren’t for kids

Kids cry when they lose

— I like the signs they put
‘Minors not allowed’

Some kids are dressed up as adults
Pretending they can
What do they know?
They’ve never been hurt.

One should give loving a try
And no one comes out unscathed
To realize he is capable
Of bleeding
And healing
And rising up again

If he must
Join the game they’re playing
Go home crying
Or keep the roulette spinning

Not everyone in the casino
Is there to play.

Esmeralda Balita is a living paradox.


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