Crickets and bullfrogs-
lakeside summer concert
Moths in the mosh pit,
consumed by their mad passion
to dance closest to the light.
Aroused by his touch
in darkness, my skin tingles.
He practices Braille.
Red roses blossom,
attempting to reproduce.
So, too, the suitor.
Even if you don’t know baseball, you’ve seen it. Wrigley Field, one of the oldest parks in the Majors. It’s “the one with the ivy” that famously grows in the outfield. It is a small park and some people refer to it simply as “the friendly confines”. It’s been featured in movies and even TV commercials.
Wrigley Field, like all major league ballparks has “ground rules” that exist because no two major league ballparks are identical. Among the ground rules at Wrigley is a rule that if a ball goes into the ivy and is lost, the outfielder may step back and signal and it will count as a “ground rule double”. Everyone advances two bases and stops. But if the outfielder goes fishing for the ball, then it is a “live ball” and runners may advance as many bases as they like “at their own risk”. Not really a problem unless you really can’t find the ball and the batter gets an inside-the-park home run. Or, if there are men on base…
lost a ball in the ivy
two runs score
My womb weeps red tears
for futures unreachable..
I flush them away.
Black satin peignoir–
soft, silky, sheer meniscus–
Deft touches become ripples.
In time, it will flow downward.
At just eighteen, you do not realize
You hold the world within your slender form.
The heat of Summer smolders in your eyes,
such passion as befits a lightning storm.
The innocence of Spring in your sweet voice.
No blemish fallen on your ruby lips.
Though you should stop, to go on is your choice;
Your blushes blossom from my fingertips.
You marvel at the pleasures in my arms.
As woman you emerge from my embrace.
From May to June, I’ll take your girlish charms
And leave behind a woman’s knowing grace.
Your Spring now gone, your Summer’s just begun;
I’m honored that you chose me as the one.
Your hand; my sweetness.
No fulcrum necessary-
* * *
“And yet it moves.”
– Galileo Galilei
“Give me a lever long enough and a fulcrum on which to place it, and I shall move the world.”
Locked away by age,
prettiness eluded me.
Your key opened me.
This is a follow-up to “Goodnight, Moon” by Margaret Wise Brown. One can probably find it online if not in their collection of picture-books.
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I am a part of an itemized list
Where most things are named but a couple get missed.
When bunny is tucked in his warm bed at night
He bids everything in the green room goodnight.
The kittens are mentioned and so are the clocks.
And hung up to dry are the mittens and socks.
He talks to the house and the comb and the brush;
The balloon and the mouse (sneaking tastes of the mush).
He’ll even acknowledge the hushing old crone–
But he never once troubles to say, “Goodnight, phone.”