hot cement pavement
the cracks dirt-filled,
some grass collecting
near edges, and everyone
rushing out of the sun.
ten minutes till game
time, and the crowd
was lining up, ticket
windows jammed, score
cards rolled into
pockets, ten dollar
bills slipping between
sweaty fingers.
whatya got behind
home plate, nothin'
left, what the hell,
gimme them seats
out in sun field
I don't give a shit.
NOW AVAILABLE!
This book is a limited edition, and copies are hand numbered. It will NOT be available through Amazon or other distributors. You must purchase it directly from the author or from this site. It is hard-back (not the spiral bind seen
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)
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