score by edward smallfield


          as in box:
          soft afternoon reduced to (cold) type. Sox:
          white, red, black.
          A sore
          arm. A torn (rotator) cuff. Ignore
          the pain. A baseball poet: ‘cocks
          for clocks’
          hours, a stadium’s long
          shadows. Atardecer.

          A fan shakes her paragraph of hair.
          King Kong
          at the bat: we love these boys,
          day stars drenched in our deluge of noise.

by Edward Smallfield
published in the Big Ugly Review

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