The Astronaut - Anacreontic Verse
An alien lost,
upon a planet
in distant space,
while hunkered down
within a cave,
tightly encased
by coriaceous
materials
splashed with wear
and cross-stitched red,
feels the presence
of five damp probes,
slick and chalky,
fragranced in musk
and saltwater,
slowly closing
around his body
applying pressure
direct to the seams
of his airtight suit.
At Minute Maid Park,
in Houston, Texas,
Dallas Keuchel
reaches into
his fielder’s glove
and prepares to pitch
a baseball.
8/15/2016
Submitted for: Anacreontic Verse 4
Sponsored by: Edward Ebbs
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