Circles
In this match of life
others call a game
my hands flutter to
find the finger holes
I fix my gaze on pins
measuring the lane
grip hard and swing
bowling ball aimed
been knocked down
but stubborn as a pin
I stand again, ready
for the next bowler.
Frances Macaulay Forde © 2007
An experiment to see if my words stand alone.
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