i like
women
swinging
swimmin'
in the sunrise
red light
reluctant dawn
drawn
in another color
pacific
but specific
like a ghost
reality
in mist
sketched
in tidal spray
I wanted to name you Ruth
voyer-like
stares
explore
your/my
eyes
League of their own
Ladies understand
there's no crying in baseball
the odd rainout game
resumes when the weather clears
tears just ruin the makeup.