Solarte: The Poem

by Hart Seely

A warm, sunny day.
A sea food buffet.
A fling in the hay.
Solarte … in May.

A song out of tune.
Street crime in Rangoon.
A nightmare swoon.
Solarte … in June.

A routine pop fly.
A darkening sky.
A long, anguished sigh.
Solarte … July?
Solarte … good-bye.

Hart Seely is the ringmaster of one of the funniest baseball blogs around, It is High, It is Far, It is … Caught.


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