I don’t have a poem in me tonight.
Somewhere in the crowd I hear, “It freaks me out I’m older than most baseball players now.”
before the show
speed of light
through his eyes
I don’t have a poem in me tonight.
Somewhere in the crowd I hear, “It freaks me out I’m older than most baseball players now.”
before the show
speed of light
through his eyes
One of my co-workers was born in ’92, one year later than my youngest son.
far from the mosh pit
I recognize the parents
of the band
I love these glimpses into people’s lives through overheard comment.
I’m older than most RETIRED baseball players now!