#393. a last walk

September 26, 2010

a last walk with the hound
across the footbridge steps
echo raw roar of the sea
gentle hush flower fields
scent the chill autumn
evening comes lights
the sky and instant
future once now
knowing peace
thru storms
as we hold
on course

#136. the old lumberyard

January 8, 2010

once
as a kid
i hit a ball
with my ‘lil roberto’
louisville slugger
it was still going up
as it rotated and sang
out of the yard
over the bushes
thru the green leaves
of the apple orchard trees
towards the pale blue pittsburgh sky.
we knew that ball was gone
instantly.
didnt even look for it.
i still have the bat.

#135. late winter ball

January 7, 2010

late winter ball

the stars
are expanding
the field so bright dissolves
in the specific sunlight of
fast ball.
curve ball
condenses eye
hand turns over the bat
and pure matter energizes
spacetime.
arise
and roar the ball
soaring flashing white laced
red turning entraining us to
the stars.

devouring
compassionate mind
secret choice
picking what matters.
devouring
enlightenment
social being
with the others.
devouring
clear moments
sharing gleaming
now.
devouring
clustered connection
spinning webs
unseen.
devouring
unified happiness
field theory
counts our lives.

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