watched a college kid pitch
one perfect inning in a snow squall
why there is poetry in baseball and no mercy in either
watched a college kid pitch
one perfect inning in a snow squall
watched a college kid pitch
one perfect inning in a snow squall
run:
is an early Spring? or
another fool’s season?
all hope resides on grass diamonds
a lone player in the outfield
squinting at the sun
sequence: baseball
[]/[] testing take us out
but not before home plate imprints
like digital currency on cotton blend
distract / redeem us in these moments
when the machine mind is unspooling
and all we have is a stick: DOS dreams