say the things

the kick back sunday, cooking a simple breakfast for you and someone you love, listening to a game on the radio, when you get the call…and you take the call…and cannot say the things you need to say. left with that sinking feeling. how can we stick up for ourselves? we must find a way to speak our truth. then continue on with the kick back sunday, laughing and carrying on and not haunted by the omission.

baseball. am radio

Over airwaves easy works its way
into the soul as sun
dissects the
wood

Saturdays
extra innings
makes the home
and lives complete

our last reflection

enduring
American
pastime

radio

a poet is not a songbird
aloft in dreamcoat
colors

a poet
cannot be silenced
neither

a poet is caught in a
generic plastic box

unadorned
undusted

telling time by
a cheap clock and
who cares the time is wrong

gnarled wire cut up
stragglin’ behind

an empty hole for
square batteries

long since
outdated

half-chewed by cats
and dogs and stretched
from fallin’

past its
limit

gettin’ weak signal
so sensitive you
cannot hide

the
noise