Veterans Park

 

He was drafted

a hot prospect

by the Giants in ‘67

infantryman

by the Army in ‘68

Somewhere north

of the Mekong Delta

pitching for Charlie Company

My Lai

with the bases loaded

he blew out his

mind.

Today

no dugouts or bullpens

in this ward of word slobber

He stands bent

starring home

through Eastwood eyes

waiting for a sign.

Dust dancing

in the sunlight

like confetti

from the world series

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2 Responses to Veterans Park

  1. Sara says:

    The last line is really wonderful. Love the imagery. The whole poem is engrossing and draws you into the plight of that man.

  2. Scot says:

    Thanks for stopping by and the kind words.

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