In the garden, mists in quiet layers
fold under cottonwood and elm.
Sunlight sifts into the smoke,
cool breezes rise from the leaves.
Baseball gloves, a ball, an arc—
a mobile of the human heart.
In the garden, mists in quiet layers
fold under cottonwood and elm.
Sunlight sifts into the smoke,
cool breezes rise from the leaves.
Baseball gloves, a ball, an arc—
a mobile of the human heart.