smell the glove

poetry

Dewy grass, sunrise,

the swirling echoes plodding-

My brothers’ feet.

but watching mariano rivera pitch was awesome

poetry

thousands stand
yelling as one
shouting about
a man trying to
hit a ball
over a wall
while I sit
soaking it all
in not feeling
connected to the
emotional surge,
missing the wave
as it passes me by

the sieve and the sand

Leaving the wheat with the chaff. This is not your mother's poetry blog.

baseball

smell the glove

but watching mariano rivera pitch was awesome