she loves to bowl
at the local alley,
duck pins mostly.
she moves like
a cat down the lane
in her tight
jeans and buttoned
down blouse, those
black shoes
with stars all
around with
the number 9 on
the back. she likes
the sound of
the small heavy
ball rumbling
down the sheen
of wooden lanes,
between the painted
arrows, and
the smell of beer
and onion rings
hanging in the
air. she loves
her team with
everyone having
a nickname,
one leg charlie
has the highest
average at one
twelve, and sue,
is called big sue,
well, because, she's
a big girl. and
then there's jack
and jill whose
real names are
ernie and maude,
but hey. who cares,
it's emblazoned
on their yellow
team shirts, the
dragons. she loves
to bowl and throw
up her arms in
victory and yell
strike! as all
the stubby
white pins go
tumbling down.
Saturday, February 26, 2011
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ok, just for the sake of accuracy here, that would be all the pins that tumble down - unless, of course, this is another one of those poems that isn't about what it's about - in which case i want THAT image out of my mind right now!
ha...it was silly with all the balls going tumbling down....yes. pins would make much more sense. thanks for dope slapping me and bringing it to my attention.
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