veam dream

awake in veam
very early
los antes de
meridian

before first light
rare bird takes flight
nary nascent
kestreled moonbeam

in shallow shadows
swim fish uncast
catch unclaimed gleam
of unspayed stray

as i come near
pass by your gate
i overhear
the latest spat
the taste of fear

what can this be
you cry to fight
i pause midflight
though cannot see
plenty i hear

obscenities
fiercely flung
across the room
to echo off
black monolith
with dancing dreams

such beams of light
much ire incite
their phantom fears
induce spiked jeers
brew caustic juice
and tongues unloosed

dire threats of spite
your dear team’s plight
but not a bite
another goal
off eastern shoal
and down they roll

forty four feet
the ground to beat
earth’s green-brown drum
creates a hum
and still you scream
as pixels stream

give me a ball
summer spring or fall
to take to the field
or bat down the hall
no glitz or glory
but my feet write
their own story

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About Brad Werner

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