Tuesday, August 15, 2017

field of play

I walked the line from first to home
through grass as thick as young boys’ hair had been
on evenings just like this
when this field roared

with cracks of hard balls on hard wood
whaps in soft leather struck and holding
safe slides in gravely dirt scratched denim
snazzy jazz drum swishes

cheers for our side’s glory
taunts of their side’s failing eyesight
dropped catches
missed balls

I can see the lines from memory
could walk the long gone chalk
in late summer light
over this old field of play

August 2017


Anonymous susan said...

cara mengobati bersin

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thanks :)

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wow :)

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thanks for inspiring :)

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thanks for sharing

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thanks ya

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thanks :)

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