Base Ball round
fits nicely in his,
long, lankey fingers
dulled white with red laces
comes screaming at the batter
the bat misses the curve ball
he makes contact, foul
strike three snaps,
glove closes
we win
10. MUNDANE
Candle
The wax
colored,
scented
the tall ones
stretching high
on the dinner table
displayed
on a glass pedistal.
fat ones
covering up
everyday odors
Smelling like pine cones
apples or the summer breeze
The small ones
can float forever
spreading light
perfect gifts
perfect mood.
Spring board poem
I Am
I am my self
I see things others don't
I hear country songs on the radio
I see barn reminding me of my childhood
I pretend to act like i don't care
I feel the hot floors with my bare feetI touch the soft fur of my dog laying next to me
I worry that I will miss the important things in life
I understand that people change
I dream of an ideal world
I try to think of others
I am myself
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