Jack plays ball
outside, down the steps
on a concrete clearing.
Playing at contentment
Jack sends the frustrated ball through the misty window.
The closed misty window of the still old train station.
A burst of fresh light pierces through the glassy air
Quite a round hole remains,
A hole that wishes it was jagged, in its 3 across 7 down misty window.
The glass is cleared,
Presumably.
as the dust settles
A tiny spider
with no name
weaves his web across the quite round, frustrated hole.
The sharp light dances easily through
flirting with the stuffy air
Thanks to Jack.
