Buzzing neon
Lacquered lanes
Hall of spin and chance
We gather
In rented shoes
Fingers burrowing
Into shared gravity
The ball, an onyx planet
Orbits the wrist, then sails
Pins erupt
Into ivory applause
Low thunder elegy
Or stubbornly linger
On the varnished horizon
Laughter ricochets
Frames accrue
Into small triumphs
Names flicker
On the luminous ledger
Even
In the gutter
We find it:
The joy
Of rolling
True
