Thursday 9 July 2015

a seventy third new poem ... 'summer of root'

Root bounced into the
Changing room, danced
And swerved
Along the bench to where
His kitbag lay,
Tore the Velcro from his
Batting pads, whipped
Out a Gameboy, began to
Play, blithely ignoring Bell
Who sat sniffing,
Nibbling sadly at a
Soggy pitta.

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