The Scribbled Myths

Lifted from the sun, the chariot,
As if drawn in pencil,

Revved up, but in the end
Misspelled like the rest of us,

Graffiti ribbons obliged
On the abandoned brick,

The spare parts of a spring rain,
Like the eyes of an android dove

Butterflied into the cosmos.

11 thoughts on “The Scribbled Myths

  1. in my annoying habit of seeing so much, if not everything, through a baseball prism/prison, i love this, all of it!!….the “graffiti ribbons” remind me of Wrigley’s Ivy and “eyes of an android dove” the inevitability of robot umps and “butterflied into the cosmos” the possibility of a home run ball still soaring.

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