New Experience Written Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sitting here having dinner at Valle Luna on a Tuesday night,
baseball games on flat screen T.V.'s all around the bar's
walls.

Pictures hanging everywhere, glancing at them, seeing the
ballgame being reflected in the glass of every picture
hanging there.

Now filled with players in the field, scoring runs and
crowds cheering in their seats throughout the stadium, a
new experience being written into this little poem.

A mere poet having noticed something that most likely
has barely been seen or noticed by anyone else, enjoying
this experience, even though I don't like sports unless
I'm the one participating in them.