Frivolous words of two syllables each
Make them bounce and smile
Like multicoloured balls on the beach
From shriek to excited shriek thrown
In play, in jest, in stories unknown
Who is to say with any degree of knowing
That which was lobbed
Was the same that was caught
The colours, they change in the throwing
The rise and fall is fraught
Tell me then, what did you catch
Did you get your hands on anything?
Did it slip through your hands again?
Or did it bounce, like your heart – with spring
Will there be a story to feign?
Will it be like each time before
There be no loss, no gain
Toss it so there is back and forth
Soaring amplitude in chain
A ritual drawing – match, set, game.