opening the day

sixth inning

the bull’s pen didn’t fare as well
or, in
the event that
the green in yr eye doesn’t encroach
a mild instance; if you happen to
believe the announcer
ample start: for the rosin bag
or playing to stop listening

in decision, he’s got a lineup card
blasted from the dug, out
or over to hear how many
hard rain, red thunder, a delay
flown into what they say was a
wild ball
in the box or triangular score
the next morning . .

you can’t sit back & let the clock run out
(eating a chicken drumstick

you gotta let the other
have his at-bat

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