The heat is on and the sun high
The ball's bright purple dots nodding
Gently as it rocks over heatwave ripples
In the pool, going really nowhere...

In brightly colored plastic
Blown up tight with air
The beach ball swirls around
The little blue plastic swimming pool.

A forgotten pool, an empty playground all wet
Even the shadows evaporated in the heat
Someone has been, but now they've gone
And left the ball to entertain itself.

The yellow, red and clear bands held together
By the big white nozzle, fall one behind the other
As the ball makes its fat rounds of the pool
Inspecting here and there, just to pass the time.

A clown ball, saddened by solitude
Wading downcast, waiting for some playmates
Seeking a corner to protect itself
An excuse for going nowhere.