Naugahyde remains, sometimes
lost childhoods retrieve
old world series victories
when we win a tough
one. The sun is enough
sometimes to spark
that Proustian reflex
Pontifically infallible
of knowing who you once
were.
6/22/2013
Spokane, WA
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Sounds like a base win
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ReplyDeleteNo naughas were killed in the production of this poem.
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