Drawn

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.

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