by Stephen Jones
Slower than a slider
the sun the breeze today
a wild pitch of weather is
The sky settled in May’s dugout
a month’s sun-and-cloud teaming
. . . and what of defense?
We’ll see large bulky clouds
crouch, the sun concuss
& diamond dreams evolve.
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