Somewhere There is A Boy

 

SOMEWHERE THERE IS A BOY

By Teak Kilmer

 

Somewhere there is a boy

who doesn’t love a ball

 

A girl too would be rare in such

but a boy whose extreme inbrededness

must preclude, disassemble

and stamp out all together

my aforementioned declarative statement

 

Nowhere is there a boy who doesn’t love a ball

 

How could millions of years of heredity

aimed toward inevitable ball movement

(this spheroid love affair) be

bludgeoned out of his spiritually guided

perfection? What had joined the ball

and boy surely no force can rend asunder

 

And is there a ball that doesn’t love a boy?

 

To be held

dribbled

batted

fetched

served

booted

thrown

squeezed

spiked

caught

coveted

even caressed, slept with and loved

more inevitable than life

ball and boy

more bonded than gorilla glue’s finest achievement

 

Find a boy

find a ball

find joy

 

Damn, where did I put that ball?

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