I set about to tempt fate

An artsy envelope, concealed in my arms

Beside an immortal ready to roll the winged cube of chance.

I sit upon the old brick wall in wait

Near, a billboard towers screaming, "man

And his dream, held in his palm."

I share my companion's gaze.

"Of the hundred ways possible" I ask,

"A few must surely favor this impatient task?"

"Hush the heads, we better make haste,"

Amused in nervous giggle she replies,

"Here I cast the dice, our culprit has arrived."