a poem by roberto cruz jr.

There’s not much to it, this writing, really.

Just take some words out of the air,
and put them to the paper
or type them to the computer screen.

If that won’t do,
if you want to [...]

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I have a bamboo stick,
Call it a walking stick, too.
Protection against dogs
Who close for bites.
But it has baseball-bat qualities,
So I lifted it, and practiced a swing.
The swing was flat, and the “bat” drooped,
And I knew I would never hit a
Major League fastball, any fastball ….
I could and did.
Now, the club
Returned as a cane, and [...]

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