Monday, January 08, 2018
Cadences
They set out snares
amid the symbols,
and all but the high-
hats cared. After,
I forget my glasses!
Like a piece of you
omitted in confusion.
Well a kind someone reaches
my cell, and I go briefly
back. You relive something
different over any return.
What seems gone being
restored, of course. But
more than what’s discovered.
Why you make up
in love
of Hope.
Labels: drum, forgotten, learning, lost, missing, return
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.
Labels: Baseball, forgotten, honor, retired player, Wall of Fame
