Read the excerpt from “How I Learned English.”

Through his tears, picking me up
And dusting me off with hands like swatters,
And though my head felt heavy,
I played on till dusk
Missing flies and pop-ups and grounders
And calling out in desperation things like
“Yours” and “take it,” but doing all right,

This excerpt is part of the poem’s

rising action.
falling action.
climax.
exposition.