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Pool BallGrabbing hold of a small thing smooth and round from the table
I am holding a pool ball in the palm of my hand
My whole hand is filled up
All of its volume
So often unfilled by cutlery or pen
My plan is to throw it
Across the school field
ValleyWalking with the dogs very late at night
Across the valley
a curious point of light
Waiting for a train
Slice the sky up
Some hope of glimpsing passengers
No luck, I missed the last one