A Game Of Catch
by Aaron Glover



Caught in the wind
the twilight plays catch
with linen on the breeze
watch, clasp, toss it back

Limbs tangling gently
all summer and eve
all elbows and knees
how you wish it could be

Stroked by long grasses
easy laughter emerges
jumping high through the distance
it calls you all home

There's sadness smudged
on the sleeve of your shirt
but your rowdy sweet sweat
almost cleans it away

The wind and the linen
play long in the darkness
while somewhere, a train
gives a great lonely cry

In your bed, you remember
how your skin felt, before
and you hold it, the memory
in the wide darkened night





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