I bowled three games tonight.
Possible paths to victory skipped rocks in my mind,
Until the ball dropped.
I won and lost.
My face flushed.
My skills wavered,
Such a tragic player.
A strike, a ball doomed to the gutter.
What did it matter?
When the lanes burst with laughter?
Friends, arcades, night bowling.
Strange shoes and watching feet behind the line.
No passing it, no crime.
All win in the end.
Bowling alleys- hidden gems.
They said we couldn't beat the Steelers.
They said we couldn't beat the Seahawks.
They said there is no way to beat the Panthers.
And as for us, we did it! We WON the SUPER BOWL 50!
Fearful slide into the role
I wish not to presume
I feel the need for guidance
for some center - like a bowl
round and loud - caring about
things like a jellyfish
eat, sleep, sting -like the
ring of my memory
that has forgotten how to sing
gone like the voice of my memory
and I can feel
Alis grav nil and my memory sings
Nothing is Heavy with Wings