First Love
First Love
flirting with the boys
out in the middle of the street
not a kiss but
a bat cracking against a ball
the joy of running from
first base to second
a fly ball caught in my glove
stunning my hand
tingling shockwaves
traveling up my arm
do you suppose they knew
it was all a ploy
to spend an afternoon
in the sun
in the company of boys
Pamela Olson, 4/8/09
For Read Write Poem’s
prompt “List Day” – a poem about
a first love
prompt words: flirt, ploy, stunning
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