magnificently hot today

only 25 posts (which roughly means 25 poems and rants) are on the "front" page of this blog. The other posts are still available for your perusal. They haven't really vanished forever. Just go to the "archives" in the side bar to the right. (at this point, there are about 40 poems sleeping in the dark over there.)

here in the olde Willamette Valley, it's magnificently hot today. it's a flat oppressive heat that just simply destroys ambition (100 degree F). luckily, it's a day away from the papermill. Inside that cement box we call Paper Machine #2 (even though there is no longer a #1 machine in existence) it's like an oven on days like today ... oh well, will get my turn in the box in a day or two ... can you feel the enthusiasm?

today's poem is from Proverbs For The Initiated - (c) 1999 - published by Cedar Hill Publications - the book is out of print to the best of my knowledge.


GIANTS 1962

Grandpa drank Falstaff beer on Sunday afternoon,
listened to the Giants on the radio
extension chord out a bedroom window to the patio.
He loved Mays. Still his favorite was Maricial.
He loved the flash & flair of the Dominican Dandy.
But he himself was more like Jack Sanford -
8 innings every time he was called. Hard sweat
& honest effort - looking for a little support
down the stretch from friends & family.
Finally there just wasn't anything left to give.
Even the beer was stale after that.