Dust clouds are rising
The boy is safe at third base
This feels just like home
Author: Matt Keough
Impressions from a suburban backyard
Soap bubbles floating
A game of catch in the yard
Summer afternoon
Chill
The AC is on
Windows locked tight, keeping cool
Better than sweating
A poem for the last day of school
It’s the last day of school
And so begins our summer
Getting out early is fun
But going back early’s a bummer
Black and White Visitor
First skunk of summer
Scent wafts through open windows
Do not startle him.
Adobe being difficult
A new credit card
Adobe keeps rejecting
Help chat is no help
Beach Blitzball
Backyard is too small
Let’s find a place with more room
Blitzball on the beach!
Doubles and triples
Doubles and triples
A long day of boy’s baseball
Summer’s almost here
Cautious extension of an old metaphor
Bury the hatchet
They say this will bring you peace
Maybe mark the place
Haiku at the grade school parking lot
Thirty minute wait
Yet you keep your car running
I smell oil burning