by Bob Carlton
Soft ground ball–
patches of bent grass
straightening.
Bikini-clad blonde
dumps over a half-warm beer–
knuckleball dances.
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Posted 9/30/2009
Posted on 09/30/09
Published in Haiku, The Game Itself | Link to this poem | 1 Comment
Summer Haiku
Published in Haiku, The Game Itself | Link to this poem | 1 Comment
Stephen Jones wrote,
This is not a true haiku – but a good reflection none’the’less. A blonde? In a bikini? And baseball? I’d like to be in your ball park.
Truthfully, a nice poem.
Link | October 12th, 2009 at 6:40 am