5/8/10

The leather

is pulled taut

over the tall stool,

the intestinal skin

of a yearling fowl

standing,

a stork perched

upon legs once study,

above pools

of sublime scum,

glowing and effervescent

rendering

the fleeting feelings
of a child's scabbed knee

watching the ball

saunter towards

the goal

half-hoped

and lastly recognizing