homerun (nov twenty-three)

See the kid on the swingset in what seems like stop motion Backwards and then forward again A vignette only glimpsed thru small slats in the wooden fence while passin by A secret hidden in plain sight Go walkin thru the old church prayer garden All the religious statues arranged round a cement sidewalk circle with a fountain in the center Where you were caught giving head when we were in middle school And everyone found out and it ruined your life For a bit or a while until all of a sudden it didn't matter anymore A secret hidden in plain sight Like a new old tee shirt from the thrift store That says "livin the dream" and reps "grand isle" And it smells like someone you would want to be friends With and that makes you not want to wash it even though the shirt is sweaty Now cuz you've worn it on your run And there's not a cloud to be found in the sky And dad barbecues ribs in the backyard And we get in an argument about what jokes just are not and never will be funny And there's a red tailed hawk on the otherwise barren Lafayette little league baseball diamond in the bright and blinding and early afternoon A secret hidden in plain sight And you pick the satsumas off the branch And you toss them into the 5 gallon bucket And you can't quite reach the grapefruit The lone limb bearing several On an otherwise barren citrus tree And you wonder how anyone survives Living in their hometown their whole life A secret hidden in plain sight And you keep on running, running, running, running, running home And you keep on running, running, running, running, running home run