Ball moral:
catch and be
safe. It's an in
decent exposition,
the catch, a candle
of exposure, allowing
the room to be as
dark as it needs to
be to develop into
the room it can be.
Throw, catch, know.
That's the parent-child
hope. It's a way to cope
with uncertain tense:
past presenting futures
as nostalgic alts on the
music of the minute,
sixty reckonings at
a time. There is no
escape from the prison
of parent-childhood.
Each day is a play and
everyone has to watch.
It is also filled with
wonders. And haunted
by blunders. Throw
and watch and catch
and touch your eyes
to the other eyes in
the house, and when
they tear up, go out
side.
Roman Ryan 