Wednesday, July 19, 2017


Each ball flies up, hovers a bit,
Then falls back down. I make to catch it
And toss it again or set it aside
Gently on a shelf, in a box just beside
My feet. I am standing in place just for now.
I'll need to move soon--soon's I figure how
To do it and keep aloft the balls I throw
And catch again. It's all I know.

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