Monday, January 07, 2008


I guess no one-armed bandit
will hand it to me,
no red and black roulette
or last minute track-side bet
or ticket in the lottery
is likely to pay off, no play-off pool
is coming through, so far as I can see.
But I hear the owls at night,
there's sun and rain and starlight,
there's fruit and grain.
I think somewhere
they're playing our song.
And down at the harbor,
they're saying it won't be long
'til my ship comes in.
They're saying it won't be long.

- Ralph Murre

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