A round pebbled sphere
dwarfs his hands
Cast on its way
Towards a new goal

I smile
The small brown boy grins
His momma praises

He sends it again
In the night air
Spinning a dream
Of net whispers

Until a faint whistle
Caresses with silken grace
His success

03/17/2006

Posted on 03/17/2006
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