I’m no sports man. Pocket billiards are—
on, are balls in a diamond rack. 9-ball
break shot—– luck thrust, teenagers do;
their guts feel of momentum. It is a stick-
and-ball game on woven wool called felt. Colored
balls as they, hit hard or light, badly or right—
Teens they are amateurs,
sprawling on misdirected hit. Feeling it?
A cue ball—– white, heavy. Ball thrusting to
a ball or balls, slick slaps for a pocket goal? Maybe.
Imagine a scoop jump shot, their naive thoughts
wildly injuring the felt and cue stick. Themselves.
It is ideally played with a chalk and a rake—– to
counsel, accompany, and guide them. Parents are..
teachers are you are too.
Because a clean pocket ‘9’ ball—– is the goal,
and not hitting the others off the table,
otherwise the shot is a foul.
Stop that. Will you?
napowrimo.net challenge, Day 20