A Poem Toss
I have never thought of tossing a poem around, but I guess anything is possible during National Poetry Month…
Two boys uncoached are tossing a poem together, Overhand, underhand, backhand, sleight of hand, every hand, Teasing with attitudes, latitudes, interludes, altitudes, High, make him fly off the ground for it, low, make him stoop, Make him scoop it up, make him as-almost-as-possible miss it, Fast, let him sting from it, now, now fool him slowly, Anything, everything tricky, risky, nonchalant, Anything under the sun to outwit the prosy, Over the tree and the long sweet cadence down, Over his head, make him scramble to pick up the meaning, And now, like a posy, a pretty one plump in his hands.
The Rag and Bone Shop of the Heart
Edited by Robert Bly, James Hillman, Michael Meade, New York, NY: Harper Collins, 1992, p. 186.