He was drafted
a hot prospect
by the Giants in ‘67
infantryman
by the Army in ‘68
Somewhere north
of the
pitching for Charlie Company
with the bases loaded
he blew out his
mind.
Today
no dugouts or bullpens
in this ward of word slobber
He stands bent
starring home
through Eastwood eyes
waiting for a sign.
Dust dancing
in the sunlight
like confetti
from the world series
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