To Feel Like Summer

the birds in the trees and the ball hitting the glove seems all the noise in the world hunched like a scythe in a hot concessions shack the player's faces seem blurred a sweltering day seems more so as the hours pass, making bags of candy floss it gets everywhere; my nails, clothes - even my head wishes to wear a pink wig to make matters worse the lake of sunblock comes next 'long with the sugar and sweat then I face the crowd and all the stadium steps, the weight of a thousand eyes all at once they stand, hands over their hearts, heads high, for the National Anthem a sudden silence as the young voice bellows out, I place my pole to the side and then the song ends inviting such hearty cheers let's play ball! let's sell it all! business catches fire, hot like the metal railing then I see those sticky smiles and it's all worth it awake and oh so alive all this sweat makes me feel like summer at it's peak NOTE: Last year I had a job working at a baseball stadium. I had two jobs: the first was to make the cotton candy, the second was to walk up and down the stadium sets selling it. I made really good money off of it and I could wear all sorts of crazy outfits. I'm gonna do it again this year (baseball seasons starts up in just a week). I unfortunately won't be having a whole lot of time for the Soup being that I will have two jobs that take up a lot of my time. P.S. If you're wondering why there's no capitalization in this poem the reason for it is simply because it's a Japanese form of poetry. I feel compelled to not capitalize, (perhaps because in their language capitalization isn't even a thing?)...