Caution: this poem contains baseball metaphors.
"It's Going, Going, Gone!"
Another weekend ends and I've no
Mahabharata to my name. My birthday
Came. I trimmed the hedges, wrote
A couple little poems, not home runs,
More infield hits. I ordered parts
For motorcycles, took a swim in frigid
Water, watered plants, and ate some
Pizza, started drinking avidly each
Evening shortly after five, and felt
A vague dissatisfaction all the time
I was awake. I don't think I've an
Epic in me. That's all right. Most
Poets don't, but I'd feel better if
More of my efforts cleared the fence.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2022-09-14 at 23:55
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