Gedicht von Eline Menke
Im Casino der Nacht
setze ich
auf Schwarz
halte es in den Händen
bis das Dunkel
in Stücke springt.
Nichts geht mehr
im Traum
der Spieler.
Am Schlüssel
zum Morgen hängt
schon das Licht.
Eine Goldammer
singt über
die Schwelle.
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