Summer Haiku

by Bob Carlton

Soft ground ball–
patches of bent grass

Bikini-clad blonde
dumps over a half-warm beer–
knuckleball dances.


Posted 9/30/2009

Published in Haiku, The Game Itself | Link to this poem | 2 Comments

Summer Haiku: 2 Comments

  1. 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.

  2. Noura wrote,

    Hey, Adam, don’t you think the freshwater anregls of SJ would be better served by the State eliminating the trout stocking and focusing instead on enhancing the habitat and numbers of those species more natural to the region, like bass, crappie, and pickeral? Trout (and trout stamps) don’t fit in slow-moving, warmer blackwater, except that the State can make a few extra bucks by convincing spring and fall Saturday anregls that they’re really fishing with fly-rods and nymphs in the fast moving streamwaters of upstate New York.

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