Stroll into the room, look down other’s lanes.

Their lives in motion,

Yours, in moments, will begin

 

Beers, lights, unfamiliar shoes,

Some with an agenda,

Others there just not to lose

 

First you’ll need a weapon

The perfect fit, a weight just right

Elusive balance between power and control

 

A long stare, full opportunity

A clever walk,

You prepare to strike

 

Release, follow through,

A moment of possibility

Exhale, pivot, force a laugh

 

It’s not the strike, it’s when it arrives…

First frame: Promise

Fifth frame: Hope

 

Ninth Frame: Too little too late… the great What Might Have Been

Look around, absorb the glee

He seems so pleased…

With my Its Not Enough

 

Return, sit down,

Cheer for another

Get out of your head

 

 

You’ll soon bowl again.

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