The Mahjong Tile
I wait for 8 bam.
Everything else is in place.
I’m likely to win,
Or maybe somebody has
8 bams sitting in her rack.
Do the 8 bams lurk
in the wall hidden from sight?
Quietly, calmly
I take my turns and discard
cracks, dots, winds and dragons too.
A joker can’t help.
The 8 bam is for a pair.
I sit and fidget.
Who has it? The broken wall?
Such an allusive 8 bam
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i wish i knew how to play Mahjong so many times it has surfaced in my life. once received a tutorial from a Santa Cruz lifetime friend, she became so aggressive during the tutorial i actually didn’t walk from the tiles with much confidence to pursue a game with friends on Kauai . . . however, it has been an overhead fruit hanging i’m still awaiting the best ladder . . . thanks for your poem Nancy!