doug bentley


When Green In Wonder


when green in wonder and myth
my circles ran to baseball days,
summer pies snatched from sills
short arms could barely stretch to,

joy had no chill and still
strong in sun hugged earth
ran thru moon crazy evenings
i can still recall as i cycled

through graveyard avoiding
snake & ghost with my best
friend my dog, 'til some sadistic
bastard fed him rat poison

and dried brown green love


St. Patrick's Day: code green

Submitted: Sunday, March 17, 2013

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  • Valsa George (4/23/2013 7:47:00 AM)

    An excursion into those blissful young days of wild wonder and ecstasy with a craze for baseball, summer pies and carefree strolling with your friend.It is sad that you lost him through poison. I too feel a sense of nostalgia! ! Enjoyed reading this! ! (Report) Reply

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