Poems Inspired by the Great American Pastime

The Safe Company
One lusts for distinction,
Nine work against him,
One man longs for his place in this existence,
Twenty-thousand disinterested observers put him there.

Obscure amongst the crowd,
He shares in the mediocrity of his delusions of fame,
For, although the nine may work against him,
The twenty-thousand cheer his name.

Quest
It's spring this July,
and there looms in the
air an intelligent hue.
A marina green blended
with tints of brown
and progress.
Young love sways in tandem
with old friendship to
the tune of Louie, Louie,
To each his own we all, for
the most part, remain.
But gradients of starlight
and sunset, architecture
and nature, loneliness
and emptiness,
Continue to, for all of us,
mesmerize and inspire,
And it is this atmosphere I
could never choose to afford
if this July came at any
other season.