Thursday, July 8, 2010


The clouds don't care much;
They just want to get elsewhere,
Wandering off to Wisconsin
As fast as their wisps can carry.

But the sunlight is curious
About the goings-on in Target Field.
And after passing by,
He peaks.
His luminosity making a dozen eyes
As ballfield lights.

No fooling me.
I know you Mr. Sunlight
Don't you worry, you're welcome.

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