Clive Culverhouse Poet Free verse

Mr Curveball

Mr Curveball was a drifter visiting from left field 
Mr Curveball only stayed long enough to be a fleeting thought, 
a brain sneeze, his presence often indicated by frowns, 
robotic owls looking around, he was a head scratch, 
fingers on a chin, occasionally rubbing slowly
invisibly introduced as a spaghetti of oddity until he moved on
- a man dressed as a question dressed as a man undressed

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David Smith November 18, 2023 at 12:52 AM I have met Mr. Curveball. He brought along Mr Cancer to see what I was made of. I hit him for four, years that is and the umpires are checking to see if it is a six. Enjoyed this one. I am hoping there is a limit on return visits from Mr Curveball. I think I will pay you a few more visits. Best regards David in NZ Clive Culverhouse November 18, 2023 at 1:00 AM Great analogy in your comment David, I hope you did hit the six, out of the stadium in fact, thank you for taking the time to read my poem