Monthly Archives: July 2014
Lovely lost tomorrow
The first new leaf I turned
I pressed in a tablet of clay.
It worries me now
in its box in the drawer.
I never feel its pressure today.
Fishing trip
Soaring ribbons of light
Circle and twine –
see our voices
joined in song
On the road in Germany
Gap between two blips
When the ball disappears
between the mound and the glove –
we’re talking missile now,
the true white heat –
where does it go?
Does it stick to the line
or stray to the stars?
Does it do what it should
or hang out in bars?
Father and son one
That I might brim over
On such a morning.
The sun makes gold
of this lake of tears.
USA vs. Holland
Hearts tricked apart
Verily
and – for shame!
unnecessarily