sing for your life.
—-
fear has a large shadow, but he himself is small. ~ ruth gendler
had the lucky opportunity
to play
on navin field
where there is
so much history
on the corner
of
michigan and trumbull
former home of the detroit tigers
with friends of all ages
some new
some old
and after our pre-game
breakfast
of
angel food cake and spray whipped cream

my team
‘the winners’
(with our littles m.i.a.)
took to the field

and there was plenty of action
yep
that’s a triple
he’s talking about
and lots of equipment
and a power bench
with plenty
of big names
and
even a little rain
didn’t stop us
we just refueled

and
a loyal member
of the grounds crew
made sure
we took
care of
this sacred ground
even though
‘the winners’ lost
and we had some blood
and lots of mud
and wonderful unique ways of playing
we all had such a great day
and we held
our post-game celebration
at nemo’s
another detroit tradition
with a classic easy to order menu of
burgers, cheeseburgers, fries, beer, pop and water
and i saw
my family crest
on the wall
and it was like going all the way home.
—
when i was little
my neighbor
went with his family
to visit
the painted desert
far away
in
the exotic land of
arizona
i was so excited for him
and a little bit jealous
and
i ran to his car
when i saw them
return home
as they
pulled in the driveway
he jumped out
yelling
‘i have the best souvenir in the world!!!’

it was
beyond my expectations
a miniature version
of this stunning desert
all under glass
in one place
i had
never seen
anything like it
there must have been
at least
a bijillion
or more
grains of sand
of all colors
and i was in awe
of its beauty
it felt like
i had gone there too
kind of
and then
we had an idea
it was brilliant
‘let’s shake it up all together and see how pretty it is
and then we can sort it out again,
into all of the layers and colors.’
the first part of that idea worked
the second part
the part where we sorted it all back out
didn’t go quite as well
and we looked at it
and each other
wondering
what happened
amazed
how the sand
could shift
so quickly
never to be
the same again.
—
experience is simply the name we give our mistakes. – oscar wilde
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