Catch, revision

Catch

An eternity spent back peddling

On your lofted rocket through

Unruly mobs of leafy canopy

Teeming green at the ragged

Edges, frowzy on slender stems

Chastened one by one in dying

Light, pooling gold where

I waded gloved, judging

Then misjudging parked cars

Engulfed in swirling eddies

Only to lose the ball

Against chalk white skies

Stricken with glazed black lattice

Tracking the parabolic frown

To jaunty robins hawking spring

Like it was something new

Under the sun, making the snag

At the curb, in the webbing, on the fly

Off my stride for the return

Throw, taking time to plant

My feet and read the Braille of 

Infinite stitching, a farewell 
Note to say you hadn’t

forgotten to pack your glove.