Shooting Pool Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Shooting Pool



Rushing into an interior solitude, hiding from crowds
here at this pool tournament.

Very dark in this room, only lights shining on the pool
tables is evident.

Shadows hiding in depths of darkness, only coming out or
appearing when a player comes into the light, then I can
see them shooting pool.

Wednesday, October 14, 2015
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