Would that all who’d seen fit
To have been unkind to me
Have their childhood wounds healed
Here, look from my window
Flower and vegetable gardens
Fruit tree and fire pit
Baseball, my love, baseball
Tag Archives: Baseball
Swipe Left
Right this
Take us back to the shallow meeting place
To before the gravity of what was never a simple baseball game
Delete January
My I Love You
Your I Do Love You Too
Swipe left on me
Be unaccountable, actually
Take us to before November
To when we were less than digital
To when I was not here alone in your deep
Blackbird
I’ll never trust your eyes
Always flashing early, often
Happy speaking lies against a good, good heart
I trust the strangers
Never needing to have seen
Somehow know the truth of me
I trust the front-yard flowers, too
Sometimes August-blooming poppies
Just for me, in June instead
June Will Be Okay
Deciding this morning whether
To be afraid for our weather
For this Earth
For its Underlings
I noticed triumph
Its and Theirs
I saw green, cold tears
Gladness!
There was little left to do
Open wide the window
Cry out
Three cheers for a cold victory!
June Expectations
June expectations
Baseball, but not my birthday
No, none kind of warmth
Under The Tree
I wish your teacher
Hadn’t taught you hardball
Or you’d have played a bit softer with me
And had I needed
Not to wipe the sweat from your brow
You’d be sleeping, I’d be living a life
Flee now, rejection!
Else I wish forever more
On this Earth, in my dreams, and in heav’n
Eighteen: A Haiku
A half world away
I delight to see you grow
For we’ve roots and wings
So Inclined
Breath like a storm
Birds in the somewhere
Bravely they sing
Watching the thunder
Wondering thoughtfully
Whether they want this
Naught
All I learned Today
Blood’s thicker than Truth
I unsettle You
If my thumb’s broken, it was not for Naught
Kids will find their Fun
Joy lives ‘longside Pain
Victims don’t live Here
