Beach Ball

Nothing special

about a beach ball.

Not much

to keep you interested

in a poem

about an inflatable toy

meant for summertime

except that when

it blew away

it reminded me

of the years

I couldn’t catch him,

so fast he was—

carried by the breeze

that stirred

above the waves

and when the sands

gave way to the ocean

I had to let him go or else

I’d still be drowning.

 

 

DeMaris Gaunt

4-27-14

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