Backgammon

Two blonde kids on a rooftop

  in Brooklyn

play all day afternoon, just

  competing

for first-prize. If a roll of

  the dice means

That I win, or I lose, then

  the hell with

it. I played an unfair game,

  and so did

you. Together we strove for

  the glory

of sweet victory over

  each other.

You were crowned in the end with

  the laurel

leaves. You dedicate your win

  to Fortune.

You played well but are modest

  and cunning.

By chance, Fortune is watching;

  she’s pleased with

the outcome of the contest:

  whatever

it was going to be, did

  just happen.

I took part, and I lost, but

  I played well.