Poetry About Billiards

Chalk dust pales the end of the cue. Three bright balls wait beneath the lamp. A player leans into the measured angle. The room goes still before the strike. One clean click sends color into motion. Patience reaches the pocket before force.

Return after the first glance. Three bright balls wait beneath the lamp. The scene has kept more than appearance. The room goes still before the strike. Attention makes the ordinary answer back. Patience reaches the pocket before force.

Chalk dust pales the end of the cue. Time moves, but the image does not leave. A player leans into the measured angle. It returns us to angles, patience, friendly rivalry, concentration, and the quiet physics of a well-judged shot. One clean click sends color into motion. The day continues with a more attentive heart.