Near Miss

Went long.
Still missed
the catch — or rather,
the ball. Caught
nothing.
Didn’t have
to throw it back.

But carrying
it around
was a strain.
My arms still ache
from all that lack.

2 comments

  1. Peter
    March 31, 2008 at 9:32 pm

    This reminds me of Philip Booth, whom I enjoy.

    I like the way the back/lack rhyme hits me after a time delay.

  2. Dave
    March 31, 2008 at 11:11 pm

    You’re doing better than me. I never noticed it!