Thought Pasture

PLAY BALL Alone In the center of the diamond Waiting For my cleats A rectangular dimension Spiked, in its mid-rift Hammered, into the ground The rubber rigidly raised guarding the mound stepped on pushed off coated thoughtlessly with dirt grateful for the slightest favor of dusting Does it hear the jeers? The cheers Hey, hey Little bingo Egotistical pitchers Never share the glory The ivory tile Suffers As the heartless cleats Claw and stab for added velocity a rubber magic throw rug holding the prayerful pitcher unbiased giving its all to those who would stand on its shoulders the herculean rubber holding the flint of a nations pastime mute to the game just doing its job undaunted by pain or pressure plays Oh, pitching rubber Hold me and the rest Willing and able A capable table Balance me, balance me With your consistency Oh, wondrous pale rubber ridge Giving piggyback in the park Yo...

A green kayak A blue sky A beautiful day Puff white clouds  Slicing into and riding the water Gliding forward Past the rocks Past the trees And bubbles of fish The water fall The rise and falls Sinking into sludge Pulling free and crawling along Head just above the water Hands on kayak and hat Where is my hat Floating up now from the deep A tree fallen and risen in the water Gives me support to climb back on board And continue the journey with Maggie