How is it possible
that at the moment of release
seconds before impact, yards away
you can know so well
that the ball will strike,
the pins will shatter,
and not a single one
left standing.
It isn't at the first step,
the first swing,
or low in the roll,
but the release,
the last brush of fingers
off the holes, twisting gently,
at that instant,
the future is clear and sharp
and vivid,
but not as vivid as the
strike itself,
an intact shatter battering
around the end of the lane,
the slow seeking by the setter,
and a bright red X.
But you knew already,
a while ago.
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