I look down at the black and
white tiles -
An incomplete house of
spotted ivory dominoes
Columns over columns -
painstakingly stacked.
Squinting as I inch closer, I
pick the next cold tile
Gingerly place it on top of
the deck -
The black dots are blurred
out of focus.
Breathing no longer
involuntary,
I forget to exhale as the
last piece stands
Between the deck and my pudgy
fingers
I must back now and leave it
to the elements
But my body rebels against
the mind,
My fingers grip harder when
it should let go
And sends shivers through my
spine.
Will the house stand tall or
crumble on the floor
Who cares? The wait scares me
more than the fall.
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