Fifth Tiger Year

Rain on a cabin roof
Will remind you you’ve left
The desert once again

To try your luck closer
To the pole in the green
And white topography

Of a Canadian
Summertime. Try your luck.
What a wonderful phrase,

Capturing the strange truth
That gambling takes effort,
Though unavoidable,

With the sweet fallacy
That luck is a resource
Pre-appointed, unknown,

Discovered by testing.
Disappear in the woods
And hope that your luck holds.