by Suzán Jiván
Mom & Mom-
Mom Suzán
Coming to mind
past
the scheduled
starting time
of two-
of-a-kind recitals
rapidly widening
into wily
side shows
sticking
to the precisely
unrecognizable
daintily ill-conceived
as structured
uncertainty
giddily hazy
quietly radiant
dappled
by the faintness
of deconstructed
states
simultaneously
both grandiose
and mundane
during staged
pickup games
pitching this way
and that way
after being shot
high into the air
like a grand slam
smashed
like a splintered
bat becoming
dithery
and unhinged
as tattered flags
flapping
runners rapidly
rounding home
frantically panting...
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