Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Musings While Waiting for a Wiffleball Game to Start

Thunder and lightning stretch across
a wiffleball field’s childish horizon.

Rain falls weak, the storm heads west.
After ten minutes it’s two counties over.

A rainbow steps over the bad side
of the city while park goers do the same.

They arch over dog shit piles that worthless
owners are too pathetic and lazy to pick up.

They also have to get around all of the goose
shit, but no one cleans up after geese and

that’s a whole different story.


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