Tim Peeler - "Josh as I Am"

a shaking window
on a doorslam afternoon,

your children left crying
for money beer-spent
and whoring...

maybe you coulda
fired a volley to second
caught Cobb
escaping your one-bagger jailhouse
then swinging with the shoulders
from the hips
knocked the choo-choo end
off the Big Train
maybe you coulda...

when fourth of july
meant nothing but a doubleheader...
no phone call from a president
that tape-measured your heroics.

Josh,
I am just a shaken window
on a doorslam afternoon,
and no,
they'd never
mickey your mantle
with trophies from the BIGS,
never even
civilize your numbers
into totals.


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