left, discarded, gathered by
the wind
finding a place, resting,
in the lee of the storage
shed
a multicolored ball, an old
friend
the ball he had taken
outside
before the day took its turn
his slight body now buffeted
by the wind, the switchbacks
by falling on the granite
dust
navigating the thin wood
the place beyond the fields
where he and the other
played
standing in line, shivering
in the cold
the too-thin, threadbare
t-shirt
not nearly enough, the open
sweatshirt
his body shuddering, waiting
for the bell to ring, but
what of the ball
that lost but not forgotten
the friend far from him, or
so it seemed,
breaking the rules to run to
get it
out of the question, absurd,
another to retrieve it, like
a deflated basketball
but colors of summer, faded
on the ground
====
edited
April 8, 2013
“the
multicolored ball – v3”
after
reading the poem at
the
Poet’s Corner
April
8, 2013
April
7, 2013
“The
multicolored ball”
April
6, 2013
“The
multicolored ball”
Deerfield
Community School
April
3, 2013
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