a round round

this is the first of several poems that i wrote about 20 years ago. a few friends have read them. this is the first time i present them to the world.

...a round round
billiard ball
that would if it
could
marvel at its
own
smoothness and
grace
as it rolls across
the billard
table

if it isn't ivory,
it should be made
from that --
plastics don't have
that much
flair.

that's what i thought
as i watched the
ball
roll across the
table
and come back my
way
after i hit it
with my
cue.

no balls in any
pockets
this time
but i'll do it
next time
if
the other guy
doesn't
get on a
run
that would clear
the table.