Blue light

     Flickers off

     The half-painted walls

               A half-paint job

               Her part-time job

     She's pushed away the howling wind

     With cheers and

A lucky spin

     On the big wheel of fortune.

     Colours

               And numbers

     Fill her vision

The TV screen is bright

               Brighter than the city stars

               Lighter than her heart

That soars and leaps

     With the crowd's applause as a winner is pronounced

               She sighs

               When cash is lost

               To lament another's luck.

     The moon rises, the clock ticks on

Her eyes droop with the weight of the sun

     It peeks over the dawn

     Scaring the shadows away

               Though they stay under her eyes

As fingers relax on the bowl of chips

     Sunrise cheddar chips.

The sun wonders if she's done.