Thursday, July 23, 2015

 

The Green Distance


His name set on the wall
honoring select old

players. Miscellaneous
flowers grow

next to his feet during the pro-
tracted ceremony...petals fall.

(All allowed to later
dry in parched times

for the team.) A green
distance away, two wags
listen, straddling the cylinder

holding the tarp, alert
to unroll it in rain

before the real game. “So?
I'll, like, never ever forget

whatsisname over there!" 
Nods that way as the lurch-

ing ritual drones back from
past the outfield. “Hey!

I will!"
exerts his mate
against whistling feedback,

whipping behind him
with his baseball cap,

as if at a horse,
forcing the stag-

gering crowd up to a bit
of entering gaiety.

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