Relief
The extra-innings pitcher
has just the look of
traintrack houses
in Knoxville
Of early-evening Asheville parties
on a porch slung over the river
as heavy slanting sunshine
combusts into night
Mouth dipping at both ends
hair dripping from his cap
words spit like fastballs between
pulls of smoke and slugs of beer
Nine scattered round
the old Amana, the oilcan table
the game on the radio
from Pittsburgh or Atlanta
Five of us rolling up
with fresh lines of sunburn
tracing yesterday’s crew cuts
beer cans glancing off our shins
Rollie Fingers all wound up
glaring down at Lonnie, swearing
get your ass up to the store, still
hours away from the serious threats
Tilting back the crackled street
tall trees waving to the left
hedges swaying to the right
gas station dead ahead
Just supplies, Lon says squarely
as the screen door jangles
into filthy fans and flypaper
red Coke cooler, candy rack
Hughie winks at Len as
Sam bags Schlitz and Salems
pork rinds and Red Hots, relays
to Ken who doesn’t talk barely
Riverside the white clouds
scud across the sky as
smoke rushes down throats
and beer foams from the can
Clouds swirling
smoke curling
fenders knocking
mouths dripping at both ends
And then with a shout branching
bumping roots slapping
branches brushing gnats
pumping bends panting
Finally breaking through
to scour hands at the spigot
sliding only slightly late into home
beside the corner cupboard
Nannie bows her head and says
Dear Lord, thank you for bringing
all of us together
here, and what
on earth has happened to your ear?
Well, most days you were happy
at the Oak Ridge Country Club
in the nicest house in Bluefield
atop the sledding hill
But what a relief
to follow strangers into woods
to stand in shadows listening
to everything alive
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