When the ball breaks a fox
finds your best layer and the baby cries
with shining splinters you can't find.
When the ball breaks your shoes
are dusted with powdered glass.
Every step is a challenge
to the feet you have toughened all summer.
When the ball breaks
the window has broken with it.
One wall is gone.
You sleep at the neighbors'.
photograph by Ian Mackenzie
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