The Little Boy Poem by Rae Desmond Jones

The Little Boy



(To Patrick)

the little boy
in dirty shorts was
trying

to catch a
puff ball along
harris st

& as he snatched
it caught
a gust of air

from a car.
it rose & floated
a delicate

satellite of
innocence just out
of reach

where it stayed
until finally there
was only a

traced spot of
white.

the boy gripped
his arm in parody
of pain

& walked away
unaware that a
puffball

had settled
on his shoulder
in the

instant he was
standing quite still.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Rae Desmond Jones

Rae Desmond Jones

Broken Hill, New South Wales, Australia
Close
Error Success