Net Whispers
A round pebbled spheredwarfs 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
Poetry by Kee Zealy
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Written on 2024-06-17 at 19:55
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