Stood apart from the crowd
beautiful to someone

averse to the screaming bawl
of scampering kids

bespectacled beribboned
leant against a wire fence

ineffably lonely
the red ball trickles under

your feet
howls to throw it back

mocking jeers
at your lousy kick

that sends it shuddering
way off target.

I feel your shame
your scarlet embarrassment

and I too should like to die
leastwise decline my head.

Author: Robert James Berry

Poet & Novelist