There is only Ball

There is only Ball
— for Rocco

I never trot until Ball
is secure between my teeth
until then I sprint

I feel no fatigue
no hunger no boredom
there is only Ball

Ball is the bright sun
I revolve around
the moon to whom I howl

I smile my best lopsided
cooling tongue dripping
out my eager mouth

Ever hopeful my furless friend
will throw dear Ball again

For this week’s Living Poetry Prompt and a good friend of mine, Rocco, a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel, now passed, who loved balls more than me and I was okay with that.

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7 Responses to There is only Ball

  1. Lisa Tomey says:

    This is too fun!!

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  2. Carolyn Stigler says:

    I love this, thank you Bart, and good to see our beloved ball loving boy! I hope all is well by you.



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