Thursday, May 5, 2016

8129. NOW TO AIM

Now to aim for the bleachers,
the fences, that's the point of
this bat. I want to send that ball
so far away no one ever sees it
ever again. It can fall like some 
confetti in China, with no one
knowing what it is or where it's
come from : descending like some
drifting and diffident early Chinese
monster - the kind they run about
with in parades and in processions.

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