The Rugby Ball
I am sailing through the quiet air, watching all your eyes below; as I land I whisper,
“Come and get me.”
Then the game begins!
You charge, a stampeding thunder,
SCREAM for me,
All for me!
I’ve seen you get kicked, bruised, even bleed.
I am a scuffed, dirty jewel-
the only thing you crave.
Such adoration! But I can’t help myself; I tease.
only to be carried past stalwart posts and caressed by grass.
I am stationary only for seconds before I am tossed back into the air.
Later, you will hold me for an instant before I am
by the hands
but I know…
You will always want me back.
When Laura DiNovis Berry is not reviewing poetry books, she attempts her own hand at a craft she will always be a student to and forever fascinated by.