in homeland we play

the wailing western wall i don’t know
and not the great wall of china either
i can build both with tinker toys anyway,
but any old cement wall
around this or that corner
tucked away not important
that’s the material of seven temples saving my world
and right here and right now.
i touch its cold face softly.
i listen, bow down, and sacrifice a word or two
receiving memory and reminder in return,
of sunrise and sunset who knew the difference?
when ball touches line or
goes above line,
there is no running home.
there is home run
better than diamonds.

broken bats baseball on
the greatest hitter that ever lived set to music
in the 3 hole