Friday, May 23, 2014

Poem Poutporri

Dredging the archives, intermittently contributing to them.

Little Ball

Hello little ball full of air.
Where have you been?
I’ve been out for a while,
and I thought you’d be gone.
It’s so hot in this room, so
humid too. You must feel
bloated. Don’t you hate
that? I thought you might
roll to the river and cool off
in the breeze, or bounce to
the park and sit in the lush,
green grass in the shade of
the trees, out of sight from
children who might pick
you up and throw you, or
try and pop you. Oh little
ball, I can never tell where
you’ve gone. Just tell me
this once, did you leave
and come back? Or did
you not leave at all?

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