detroit duckpin bowling

with family on the bottom floor

beneath the cambria hotel in the city

it is highly unlikely

i will become a professional bowler

on the circuit one day

as with just one move

my ball flew out of my hand

right into a small slot

between our lane and another

shutting down the system

but what an aim i had

who else could have thrown their ball directly

into that tiny hidden spot

without even knowing it was there?

there must be some kind of award for that.

and we had a lot of laughs.

 

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“if i had been on ‘bowling for dollars’, i’d wind up owing them money.

-ricki lake