Palavras lidas #635

Again
by Rosie King

I’m on my knees among the crisp brown crunch
then stand in time to see
two boys slim teens in shorts white t-shirts
faces glowing talking quietly
bounce of a tennis ball fading as they pass
and I’m filled again
with a crush of old sweetness
at how giving a moment can be as it vanishes
the roughened grey branches of the pear
small knobby fingers flung out at every tip
fresh clutch of weeds at my chest