National Poetry Month, V.7.0, Day 20

Two thirds through this month, and going strong!!  Today was a sad moment for me - at the end of my street I passed an old basketball that I'm pretty certain wasn't there yesterday.  It wasn't just low on air - no, I'm pretty certain the ball is no longer usable in any sense.  Anyway, it looked lonely to me.  A sign of growing up - an adolescent no longer content with a ball, perhaps.  It sort of got me thinking about how disposable we tend to view our environment, and it made me feel just....sad.  I occasionally like to play with form, though, and I thought the image of a half-deflated ball might just be the ticket to indulge a little of that today.

Thanks for reading,
Me

deflated

there is something to be said
              about the way
                                a deflated
                             ball
                           sits
                        at
                     the
                end of the
                   street,
             beside the rain gutter,
             too flat to have rolled there by itself.