Sunday, August 02, 2015
An electric woman passed the hat at the
softball game. Just a transitory thing.
She lit up and her bright hair stood on
"There I go again!" laughed she, and then
phased out, though the ozone smell persisted
and mixed with her perfume as the lights
resumed their buzzing.
Her husband played third base and worried
about lightning. And outs and errors, and
other strikes. Humiliated himself once by
kicking the ball and being unable to locate
it as the runner sped round the bases.
His mind never leaves the game.
He better wake up! We dream of her that night.