Student Publishing Program ::

Joshua Novelline

Where It All Belongs

Cleaning out
the musty basement
recently infected by water,

I slowly remove a box from a shelf.
A baseball rolls under my feet;
everything comes back to me.

Barely north of twelve,
taking a hack at a tee,
everything comes back to me.

Running my withered legs off,
sliding home on my hands and knees,
everything comes back to me.

Coach’s son getting all the good positions,
defeating the point of a team,
everything comes back to me.

Dealing with all the talentless head cases,
every teammate is downright mean,
everything comes back to me.

My foot gently kicks the baseball
under the shelf,
where it all belongs.

[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2011 EDITION]