A . T . Perkins

The grass and mud smell like a marsh
as it is swept up by the gusts of warm air.
The ping of bat and ball
sends six, out of the nine
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I swill the man made liquid
Down my throat.
What are you thinking?
How dare you gloat!
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The field, its blanket of snow
and blinding whiteness
surrounds me.
The wet chill, the cold
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Big Jack was strapped in
To pull the burden.
The stump was coming out
That was for certain.
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Let me tell you friend.
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The rain pouring from infinite whiteness
Soaking the black backdropp of bark. its
Brown veins with their
Green tipped buds, ready to burst.
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Been gone so long, but
I've been right here
A shell of a person
Going thru the Motions, The wrong way.
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I can feel my Temper,
My chest ripping from the beating pace
my heart is trying to keep up with
My emotions - mans weakness.
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The sky's part, bringing heavy
Downpours of rain.
The rivers rise, and then recede
Clearing everything in it's path.
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Our time, measured in years
go by fast, slipping
streamlined thru the
universe - nonstop.
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