out of a bag
she gave us red balls,
no words

spoken.
in quiet we climbed over
log drift on shore,

assembled slowly on sand,
spread out,
maybe ten standing straight,

facing calm water,
at water's edge.
stood still,

then one by one
red balls tossed
to cool blue-gray

of English Bay.
only arms moved.
splashes,

floating red,
still bodies
facing.

red balls
rocked and rolled
gently

on lapping waters.
slowly, slowly,
body by body

walked on to the next act
in the bay ballet.
red balls,

bobbing on blue,
beneath blue,
remained.