Sunday, September 6, 2015

a little book of prose-poetry ... 47


Who can best me at marbles,
Not many;
’Tis a game I’ve mastered
Quite well.
I happily take on all comers,
Cautioning of my adroitness
And skill.
My shooter, when fixed
Betwixt knuckle and thumb
Unerringly finds its mark,
Though I know it’s all fun;
Just a lark.
— Garry D. Kilbourn

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