Casino Pantoum
A red Mercedes spins
and spins on top of slot machines.
Oranges and cherries make faces for coins.
Cherries score change but no one wins the car.
A man leaves a spinning slot machine
to put coins in a telephone.
He has exact change, he has a red car,
yet he shares his room with a dial tone.
He gambles on the telephone
for a woman found in a classified ad.
He hangs up at the dial tone,
afraid of an answering machine.
She put herself in a personal ad:
single, busy, desperately self-confident.
Afraid of strange men, she uses a machine
to save calls from strange men.
Married once long ago and lonely,
she keeps her car doors locked,
afraid of men. Waiting for a stranger's call,
she plays computer solitaire, game after game.
Keeping his convertible locked,
his face the face of coins,
the man turns to video solitaire--just one more game--
while no one wins. The red Mercedes spins and spins.
© Sara Backer, Oregon Poetry Society Contest 1st place in Pantoum category (not published)