I really enjoy the concept of defamiliarization. So here’s another shot at a poem see if you can figure out the action I’m describing.
Sprinters run on
A misshapen track.
They fight over thunder
Then carelessly throw it away.
I hear the shrieks of terrified mice
But I don’t see them scurry.
This is what came to mind when I was watching intramural basketball. Let me know what you think. :)
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