Thursday, November 5, 2015

Sneaker & Glove

October 13-15


There was the tiniest shriek. A cheap sneaker on old hardwood floors. Well, the old hardwood floor is certain, the value of the sneakers is not. 

Balancing on the ball of his feet, walking in slow motion might work on the moon. Not with the gravity of this situation.  Not in this neighbourhood of  eldery stately houses, learning into each other for comfort. That’s what it looks like when looking up from the sidewalk.

What time is it anyway? Late night, early morning? Depends, I guess. Maybe it doesn’t matter, at this point. 

Out with the boys or a clandestine woman? The excitement of the night deludes him into thinking he can walk on the moon. 

He forgets he has elbows. OOOPS. Caught that before it hit the floor. The buzz in his head is so loud he’s afraid it will wake his wife. 

What was he thinking, he thinks to himself. Too late now. And this has been a long time coming, not a new sensation. Suddenly a light goes on and it’s not his enlightenment. 

The overhead blinds him with the contrast. Off balance his arms reach for the floor as his moon walk crashes.

October 14-15


The roar, the roar, what a thunderous roar!
Ten thousand or more or 
Whatever fills the stadium,
Is going wild! 
What a baseball crowd for the home team. 
Third base is occupied, 
So are first and second. 
A four shot revolver 
Waiting for the next hitter
To slam the hammer down. 
CRACK- the shot – 
The hammer connects.
Ball sailing high to left field, 
Still in play. 
Outfielder is a pro.
He’s prepared. 
Eye laser locked on the ball,
Running backwards so skillfully and fast,
Back of his hair is pushed up. 
Tiny white comet  - incoming.
Arms and glove in place,
 “The Force is with him”. 
Glove is yelling “come me, Baby!!!”.  
Third is home, 
Pushing the score to the black. 
The outfielder has a job,
Catch a throw. 
He does,
On instinct built on skill. 
The little white dot makes it home.
After second base cleared. 
These guys are fast.

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