The ball was hard hit.
The ball was going to fall on the grass
and be a hit.
It was a fair ball.
Either way you slice the pie
the pie gets eaten.
The other day
a squirrel fell out of a tree
and died in the backyard.
He had black fur –
some chewed nuts in his mouth.
That’s all there is to his story.
The cat gets let out
in the early morning
usually round four or five.
He comes in around noon,
eats, and goes back out.
His life is pure. He is like Galileo.
He is Galileo.
When I come home from work
he is resting on the porch
after a day of walking through weeds
and resting in the sun.
I turn the radio on.
She is unwrapping some fish.
A lemon was cut.
Baseball comes through the radio.