Last One In

Boy on the playground

Will you shoot for the moon,

Prize slow Halley shots

Into its sterling plexus

Fugged with bullseye,

Or will you dribble a zony

Five-man lonely, veer

Night's ballet foe, but not

For any moon

Go home?

What's the score? The sky?

The chalky tally totals to

An ever all, an unremitting

Tie. Caginess sustains you

Honor-bright, now

School's out: cool is in

Unerring eye, wrist flex,

Semi-turns of leap

From quicksilver splash

Of Ganymede

To Mercury soar. Young cager,

Will your supper wait,

Outsteam blood's victory

Over occasional flub, lobbed

Bounce? Then will your room

Gleam trophies, lovingcups

Of dream you claimed in glittering

Hundreds, when the stars flashed

In the gaol goals

Of your aim.