so a long summer evening and soft ball sounds / promised she driven I drove as she could not arrive without me hesitant she prepared game under way / overheard focused quiet / thwak / crack cheers / jeers me / askance more than watching me the tense unknown keeping eye on the all she teasing mistakes / taunting / caution abandoned and the laugh in her (eyes? tilt? tone?) and the me in her (hurt? wrong? hidden?) where? gone
Poem and image by Jo Mariner
An extremely, well put together poem.
Each word succinctly and delicately crafted.
The chosen words create a full image of the power struggle.
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