So simple
Avoiding confrontation
As if it were some kind of
Communicable disease
So easy
To live under someone else’s name
Never believing
All that eyes do see
Judge and prey
Lock and key
Life like sport
Devoid of time outs
Or practice games
Apples rot if not
Eaten
Muscles wither
If not used
The old dinosaur never needed forearms
Babies crying fists clutched
Mouths agape
There is no world
To the girl at bat in the last inning
Save that of the field
No goal
Except for the far fence and beyond
Out of reach
Within bounds
No people
But the opponent on the pitcher’s mound
Maybe an umpire
Calling the second strike
The third ball
Life isn’t always a home run
Or even a base hit
Full count
Sometimes we have to play the cards we are dealt
Correction – we must play that hand
All of the time
Still – it is possible to win
Without any aces
A handful of hearts
Wins much more than money
Heart full of life
Replaces the faceless
Call for success