hey, isn't it time for a fast ball?
a heater low and outside
looking for a check swing
no place to hide
a strike anyway you slice it
punched out by the ump
walking to the dugout
mired in a slump
spitting out tobacco
kicking up dirt
tugging at the hemline
ripping off the shirt
water cooler flying
coaches analyze
offering suggestions
teammates sympathize.
I use words to deepen my observations. All of the following works are © copyrighted. They are the intellectual property of Greg Hoover. If you or anyone you know is interested in licensing one or more written works for use in a compilation, as lyrics in a musical work, synced to video, or some other use, feel free to contact me about an arrangement. But if not, assuming you are curious and literate, simply reading for pleasure is encouraged.
Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)
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