the Bowling Alley

You could roll your thought up, press it down hard, hammer it until very dense, burnish it (or them, if you’ve a few), and then bore holes for the fingers, hold it then brightly, confidently, let your arm swing back, then forward concentrating, and aimed well, released with powerful force,

it sails down the alley and maybe overturns the bright jazzberry jam colored tree there in the distance!

And when the bowling ball reaches the horizon sometimes it scatters into fluffy clouds.