A ball of bold imaginations filled up. just ready to be kicked into space, has been lying in the backyard. un-noticed. Don’t blame the legs that walked away, instead of kicking it. The world has been kicking the butt- that those legs carried around. Don’t blame the world. because… it’s job is to kick asses. with fury, with love and with gentle deceit. The legs … Continue reading The Ball in your Backyard #50 of 365 Poems