Phoebe K. // TENNIS BALL

As your eyes are helplessly drawn to the brilliant yellow hue that

encompasses it perfectly round mold

you wonder

where it might have been

what it might have seen

that it must stand abandoned and alone,

Stripped of its freedom and sense of worth as it

suffocates under the grip of

the millions of green shards that surround.

Without fear nor hesitation

You reach out your hand to take hold

and thrust your arm towards the sky

Only to realize

That as it quickly escapes through your fingertips,

It mocks you

Rising higher and higher above your head,

Running farther and farther away

It will never come back to thank you.