We used to play, long before we bought real houses.
A roll of the dice could send a girl to jail.
the money was pink, blue, gold as well as green,
and we could own a whole railroad
or speculate in hotels where others dreaded staying:
the cost was extortionary.
At last one person would own everything,
every teaspoon in the dining car, every spike
driven into the planks by immigrants,
every crooked mayor.
but then, with only the clothes on our backs,
we ran outside, laughing.