Thursday, July 10, 2025

collected poems

i turn
to the back to where his new
poems
are printed.
and like all aging
athletes,
or anyone
with a craft, you wonder
has he slipped,
does he still have it.
can he sprint and catch
the arching ball
in centerfield?
sometimes
he makes the catch
and sometimes
he fails,
the poem falls
upon the wet
grass.

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