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The old baseball spot is all but forgot 

Overgrown in sunflower bloom 

Thanks to the players who spat a lot 

On the field they used to groom 

Down in the count…ahead or behind 

One pitcher, one batter 

Both seeking answers…

Folks say the Alabama Moon 

Loves to hug these Tuscaloosa trees 

You got to see it . . . to believe it 

A glow rests within the branches 

Before it lifts to bright the sky 

Any kind of Southern night 

…

As dinner comes, as dinner goes 

There’s a space in between 

Where pleasantry streams 

Sharing tidbits with slices of life 

At every place setting 

Sits . . . the spoon, the fork, the knife 

Fine implements close on hand 

Beautiful…

Angels in leather, Angels in lace 

Wings and motors navigate winds 

Always headed in earnest somewhere for life’s an exciting race 

Chasing and gracing their lofty ideals 

At home in the air or upon spinning wheels 

Teddy Bears, Tattoos, Stories…

Forget about waxing friends, 
Set aside all waning too 
Be ready for the moment 
September 10th’s…the Harvest Moon 
Switched-on fully bright above us 
One spotlight floods our Earth night sky 
Like a Silver Screen, black and white 
You know those…

Forget about waxing friends, 

Set aside all waning too 

Be ready for the moment 

September 10th’s…the Harvest Moon 

Switched-on fully bright above us 

One spotlight floods our Earth night sky 

Like a Silver Screen, black and white 

You know those…

Ain’t nothin’ in this world like hittin’ the road . . . travelin’ 

Miles unravelin’ under your feet 

While you’re hoofin’ it, for a bite to eat 

But the real cool deal is sittin’ behind the wheel 

Forever movin’ ahead…then…

Hey girl, there’s somethin’ ‘bout…Natural beauty 

Start your heart, let it out…Natural beauty 

You don’t have to get all gussied up 

No, no, no. no, no, no, no, no! 

You don’t have to get all gussied up 

You don’t have…

Thread count, eye appeal 

Feel, fragrance, color…show off 

As senses go wild 

Two dozen roses 

Ferried home - finding vases 

And glorious drink 

Nature strolls inside 

Something new resides a while 

Pleasing more than verses 

Like honored guests do 

Seated…

Kept it stock for the shock of what used be 

Mid-century Michigan technology 

My ’53 Belair ~ Coupe du jour 

Is hidden behind the scenes 

Like my first pair of holey blue jeans 

There’s nonthin’ as great as a short…

Some call this Pea Soup 

Not chance, my companions do 

Hide and seek anyone? 

Senses go sonar 

Unleashed, seems like… “No RULES-ville” 

Just voice commands prompt 

Waves crash roll then hiss 

Misty cold wraps around us 

Haunting, refreshing 

Heavy breathing…

Let us speak of this another time 

And worry about that right now 

We know this and that get confusing 

They need not be intertwined 

Neither one of us must throw in the towel 

And concede our point for view 

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