It was an unattended death. <br /> <br />The universe looked the other way <br /> <br />In respect for her resolve. <br /> <br />The softball games have been canceled <br /> <br />And we have the weekend to speculate <br /> <br />On what we couldn't spectate: <br /> <br />How her hair finally tossed, <br /> <br />The rales that went unheard, <br /> <br />How her toes curled, how <br /> <br />Her shadow cast as she hung, <br /> <br />How her lockermate's gasp <br /> <br />Unraveled the thick knot <br /> <br />Of silence and sent <br /> <br />Her secret uncoiling wildly. <br /> <br />It's raining on her home field <br /> <br />And here too, in the road city, <br /> <br />Where she would've played. <br /> <br />Not enough to cancel a softball game, <br /> <br />Just an appropriate amount.<br /><br />Francis Santaquilani<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-was-an-unattended-death/
