not really mint

3 Dec

jefferson burdick was a lawn mower part,
like all of us
crickets huddling in the grass
can’t hear the harleys.

i like the state Burdick died in,
plowing through borders,
stuffing baseball cards from his own collection into binders,
a gift and legacy and all that.
he didn’t bother using sterile gloves.

*for more on jefferson burdick,
see broken bats baseball
maybe down the hall from picasso

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2 Responses to “not really mint”

  1. kvennarad December 4, 2013 at 5:45 am #

    What has a baseball card with a thumb-print got that a pristine baseball card hasn’t. A human history beyond its production; the knowledge that some grubby kid swapped it with some other grubby kid and was so avid to get it that he tugged at it; or a Peter Pan Man with mended glasses and a grin handled it. You have to love a gentle monomaniac.

    • steve December 4, 2013 at 10:21 am #

      That’s wonderful. Thank you Marie. And with today’s diversity of card companies and designs, hopefully that anarchy trade will revive along with thumb prints and rounded corners. Two Ken Griffeys and a Bryce Harper, throw in a Klondike bar in exchange for a copy of Howl and a six pack of home made carrot juice. I think our monomaniac Burdick would then gladly become a polymaniac.

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