by Mark Fischweicher
Only after the game,
(Three hours selling beer in the bleachers),
Only then
could I bring myself to say
Oh Buddha,
What joy I have seen –
Gulls –
……..fall on the stands,
…………..Sunset forms rows.
…… No fans watching.
All so much garbage
…….Even the birds soon gone.
Mark Fischweicher has been scratching out poems since junior high school and still hopes it may become a regular thing.