GRACIE MANSION
Hobo (the Holey Roamin’ Umpire)
waits on a pitch from Sleepy-Eye
Hank. It is his day.
Home plate always Big Mother Star-
Fish play (a hide-seek curve ball –
Dad’s Scrambled Hamlet).
Around 9 innings yet.
Black diamond in Elkhart... St. Paul
stole bases off that pokey Cobb
(guess – tie). The Twins
still mirroring last year’s
lost wins. The ball can wobble
1132 feet per sec – 33 miles
per the union (1099).
Hank Aaron was my man.
Hit the dead aim toss, all smiles –
black pay-dirt (out of Elkhart minors
graveyard). Rod bloomed,
the whole world boomed –
from Thunder Winnebago Hen (majors,
truly) into found pro (his Red-Eye Land).
Only a game, anyway.
If somebody tries to say
who started it... sweet Joanny Hand
of Gracie Mansion, twirling down
on Monday morning
(twilight grey). So swing
on, Homer Hank – de day’s yo own.
7.15.17
