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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.

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2 Comments

  1. Peter wrote:

    This reminds me of Philip Booth, whom I enjoy.

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

    Monday, March 31, 2008 at 9:32 pm | Permalink
  2. Dave wrote:

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

    Monday, March 31, 2008 at 11:11 pm | Permalink

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