Month: September 2015

Summer Dreams

“It ain’t over till it’s over”—Yogi Berra (RIP) 90 yrs sold he died 69 years to the day he made his major league debut—Greatest catcher in the history of baseball. “It’s like dejavu all over again”—Yogisms (I repost this today in honor of Yogi Berra

Eagle and Child Inkling

A little boy sits quietly at his desk
the summer breeze blows the curtain
from the window pane…

He has become unaware of the snapping of the clothes
on the line from the hot Midwest breeze,
the distant trains breaking the sounds as they clack through towns.

He fingers his baseball glove, following his imagination,
of diamonds that glitter from home runs
and glistens from sunsets after loaded bases.

The smell of leather takes him to locker rooms,
sounds of cheers with
the snapping this time of baseball bats hitting the ball.

Symphony sounds that make up dreams
that feed the body and soul of the little boy
at his desk, freckled face; looking past.

Past the ‘Hopalong Cassidy’ lamp sitting on his desk,
past the plaid sheets spreading his bed,
past the books that pile in waiting for homework.

He imagines all sounds real with promises;
“What a home…

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Vineyard V

Thinking of Napa and Sonoma today as they battle the fires…

Eagle and Child Inkling

The past did reign , tears

left stain, and the wine flows in

aged apology…

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