Wednesday, March 08, 2006

a baseball glove
left on the little league field—
spring deepens


Blogger Christine Klocek-Lim said...

This poem conveys the potential of the season: the lonely glove, the growth of spring grass. It won't remain this quiet for long!

12:27 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

now i really want to go to a game. geez

12:51 PM  
Blogger J. Andrew Lockhart said...

I smell the grass -

8:24 PM  

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