2 poems about the new season (more or less)


Bouncy

God
It’s yellow Friday
With blue and brown
On deck

It’s
Spring and time
Not for the metaphor this
Time but
To really
Play some ball

Training
Then the opening
We each can do this

Batter
You know
Up

And I’ve switched audience
Though aren’t you
Always there
(for
an excuse)

Forgive me
And allow me to say
Maybe
To everyone

About
Gospel of play
And did you plays as you ringed
And then rounded
Creation

Maybe
Keep us
Safe
In this new season

Knowing that our choices
Make the difference
Even if
And when
We could turn our will
Toward yours

A wheel
And a wheel within a wheel

But I was thinking baseball
Pitches
Running
And then
The coming home

Green
Workaday
And extraordinary-day
New
Season to you

And to you

Amen


Freedom Ring

The Liberty Bell is cracked
And there were more
Bells
At the time
Ringing freedom
While now we have
The broken bell
For show

And there is wisdom
In admiring the broken
Toward
Kintsugi perhaps
Or to leave in
Pieces
Sometimes for further lack of use
Except in small beholding
Or
When a sizable
Cast bell
To dream on ringing
To dream really large
Sometimes


C L Couch


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