Sandlot IV.A

The right field line fades
Away fair and foul not limned
Clearly any longer.



August 13, 2008

Sandlot III

Home plate hiding 'neath
The sand, sand that slither-slides
Wraith-like in the wind.



August 12, 2008

Sandlot II

An empty batter's
Box, not cut by cleats since Ruth
Weeds now crowd the plate.



August 11, 2008

Sandlot I

An empty baseball
Field, white lines zip through the weeds
Guiding no runner.



August 7, 2008

Learned Grace

Some men stub their toes
On the same rock in the path
Daily others but once.


07/31/2008

Cat

Cat in the dark sat
Expectant, wary, ready to pounce
With every single ounce.


07/28/2008

Butterfly

A white butterfly
Slyly slips past the window
Like a young girl's sigh.



08/06/2008