FORTY SEVEN

i shall not divulge my age

suffice to say 

i badly hurt my thumb while reading

i shall not divulge my age

suffice to say 

playing with a pound shop bubble wand 

on the weekday lawn 

gave me sufficient pause

i shall not divulge my age

suffice to say 

i become worryingly bothered 

with the realisation 

that i no longer own a ball of any kind

i miss the feel 

of a tennis balls weft 

that had previously 

been natural as summer sadness

i shall not divulge my age

its enough to say i sleep on it
& know that another day older 

& before dawn
i shall shop online 

for a tube of that 

nostalgic globular comfort

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