They land to finish the job
of saving one’s soul
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Outpacing the second hand
I gave it up, of course,
eventually,
dropping back to prove myself
against minutes and hours.
Now you’ll find me
napping in the shadows.
But I’ve hung a flag
on that fastest hand:
It’s good to know what was.
Adam in week three
I’ve hardly brought it up.
Though I wonder,
when I hear
the thud and thump,
if the flitting nut falling
isn’t some dodgy gift
heaped atop
an untimely demotion
Batter up
He wouldn’t swing,
he’d wait and watch.
Even outside balls
were inside to him.
He’d walk, but the
running was done
by the doubt that circled his eyes.
His pupils were islands
in a lake of tomorrow.
Cigarette smoke and a shivering dog
Call it
baseball in October
Since he means to come to a door he will come to a door
Ha ha, words come
Like bats out of
nowhere on a summer
evening. But don’t
worry the danger
is all in
your mind
Science
Proofs of potency
endlessly expended
but never an answer
to the question why
Hour glass
I smile and wave in slipping sand.
We share a joke. You shake my hand.
I see your foot as I sink down.
You run along. You’ve things in town.
The way to you
Had I but had
a picture of that
I’d trace the path
that runs from shore
to the steps
to the porch
to your front door
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