Bill Zavatsky Poems

We were only farm team
not "good enough" to
make big Little League
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When I hear you
play 'My Foolish Heart'
I am clouded
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Shadow of a bee zig-zagging through the grass,
then the apparition of the bee itself, whirling around me
the way, a moment ago, uncapping my pen to write,
three crazed sparrows flew above my head, chirping,
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How bad can it be
this wacky New York City
with the first twelve lines
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Listening to the poets
that I love
introduce their poems,
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