Ah. Gray stone sky, and then fat drops of water. The twigs and worms are crawling through the ground and the trees outside my window, well, they seem to be thinking about the possibility of budding. Makes you want to dig into the ground and pull out a fist of mud and hold the mud to the sky like a trophy and open your mouth to the rain and let the sky slide down your throat.
Baseball season starts next week.
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- David Oppegaard
- St. Paul, Minnesota
- I am the author of And the Hills Opened Up, The Suicide Collectors, and Wormwood, Nevada.
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6 comments:
Maybe you have just described how Sidney Ponson will take the mound for his first start.
I will be at the home opener! Ow!
Ha! I hope so, Rand. I hope so.
Missy, the home opener is a sucker's bet. Too much traffic and such. I prefer to watch it on the picture box, but good luck to ya.
Oh I went last year, sat in the very last row behind homeplate. It was very fun.
I don't need to drive there, I take the bus! Weee bus!
Here, I fixed this for you:
Makes you want to dig into the ground and pull out a fist of mud and hold the mud to the rain like a trophy and open your mouth to the sky and let the mud slide down your throat.
Yeah, exactly Mikey. I think this whole post is about the submerged desire to eat mud.
maybe
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