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.