by Tim Chiu
A moment, a bowling alley - wonderful - a poem.
|The heartened backs and gutter strikes, |
Emerging jewels from flights that change;
Standard drools which call for likes,
Thrilling goodness, oh-so strange!
A leap of faith, from high atop,
Hands revealing warmth and treasures.
Bowlers fling their spheres which flop;
The coolest phones, a smart that measures.
Love the span from grasps and reaches -
Causing greatness, drills and clucking;
Folks excuse and thank who teaches,
Haunting pains, their digits, sucking...
A grateful bunch whose naked sports
Entertain, and shock as well -
Lively toes, a release of sorts,
Blouses off and squealing, swell...