A Poem

Photo by Anne Nygård on Unsplash

Lips once desired
flap in the wind
uncoupled
ripened, soft
unpicked
in jeopardy of rotting
Their sweetness is seen through the grapevine
but not touched
trembling in isolation

First base seems miles away
Their last triple was four seasons ago
Now they can’t even work their way back
into the batter's box
No…

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Michael Centrone

Michael Centrone

We had it right as hunter/gatherers | Poet, Music Journalist, Metal Singer | Turn-ons: anthropology, philosophy, evolutionary biology | Twitter: MCentroneWriter