Beach Ball
It bore the colored stripes of rainbowed youth
An exhaled breath of onions, hot dog, bun
Slipping through the touch of French Fried fingers
It rose upon a breeze into the sun
A captive to a moment caught in time
Its faded colors vivid in its dreams
Questioning the thoughts of those who ponder
What joyous secrets lie within its seams
Thus, they close their eyes in vacant wander
Through scents and sounds residing in its call
Entertain the presence of its owner
Inhale the exhaled moments of this ball
Like passing ships our wakes will slowly fade
Yet linger ‘neath the waves that friendship made
Copyright © John Lawless | Year Posted 2023
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