No. 12

leathered patina cradled in your warm

       trembling hands

shining from dazzling two-seamers

       felling mighty pine tarred warriors 

you called me your “Capricorn Kid”

       the can’t miss pitch 

darting across

       glistening Casco Bay.

my fading autograph 

       salted

Mawma’s secret spiced stew

       you simmered for us

win or lose

your fingers

       cresting waves 

through my tousled brown hair

long is the starry night

      as Pegasus bows into the plate

find me here

      the scintillant winged northern sky 

Fathomless. Inevitable. 

 letting fly

    Our tethered fate. 

2024