of the Great Eclipse across America.
We, here in Tucson, were off
the darkened track, but the Tucson
Old Timers were ready to play
in the 57% dark, if dark it was.
Billy, who did not have a paper box
with a hole in it, did next best,
and brought binocularsand a sheet of paper for projection.
Brad Tolson, of the clan, Tolson, Tolson, and More Tolsons,
showed up and settled into a seat in the shaded stands next to the dugout.
"Huh!", I heard Dennis call to him in his cultured Bostonian accent,
"Don't you know you can't see the eclipse in the dahk?"
"What is, 'dahk'?", Brad replied.
Miguel was ready:
Miguel is always ready.
The game went on as usual . . .
. . . with its usual grace.
None the worse for the wear.
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| "It don't mean a thing, if it ain't got that swing" |
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| Encouragement |
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| Communication |
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| Nexus |
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| On Second Thought |
The eclipse passed
leaving no trace
of otherworldly drama.
We have sun to spare,
here in Tucson:
sun to share.
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