The Glove

For Duncan Lewis Garibaldi - 11/14/2008

The glove lay new in its box
rich and grainy unlike mine
woven webbing taut and clean
rubbed into an oily shine

 

In this box a birthday gift
this leather sewn surprise
waiting for a little hand
to grasp its fallon hide

 

One last graze across the grain
to feel the ball tucked in tight
I put the lid back on the box
there will be no catch tonight

Reviews

[Nocturnal Sunrise]

I love this poem an excellent piece of work, it flows so easily :-)