Cosmic Baseball
2 down
in the bottom
of the night
the moon floats
like a great big
knuckleball
I put the poem
in play
and the stars erupt
the sun begins
to warm up
in the pen
Even when Death inhabits a poem, he does not own it. He is a squatter. In fact, Death owns nothing. – Todd Moore
2 down
in the bottom
of the night
the moon floats
like a great big
knuckleball
I put the poem
in play
and the stars erupt
the sun begins
to warm up
in the pen