Beauty’s Saddle, September, 2018

Beauty’s in the next room
and everyone’s enchanted.
She’s sitting on a piano, singing
an Irish drinking song, sober
as a Monday morning.

Heat Wave, July 2018

Small lakes form under armpits,
humidity prunes our faces
and on our brow
evidence of a hard day’s work
without the work.

All-Stars, June 2018

My heart belongs to you Mickey Mantle,
flask in your locker, knees of knotted pine,
launching rockets from either side,
sweating yourself sober in center field,
eyes still crossed from last night’s bender.

Heyday, May, 2018

We wore fedora hats
and ate nickel sandwiches,
played johnny-on-the-pony
and pitched copper pennies.