Matthew Johnstone
I'm Sorry, About Baseball

Rune,   parable  for     the    watch,  

lingering  pitch     why     turn     dark, 

sweeping    through   the     wheat,

 pushing   fires   are   slowly  pushed,  with

no   sound    of  metals    this      tundra   sings,    

Waves    work  because  of   manners    when  I 

stand    away        from     the             table 

you   stand   away      from     the   table 

throwing    dirt,     Agrarian    myth

loosen    a   row   of  crop    to  a   dreamy 

mixture   of    arms,      a   colonial  fog    

at   the  end   of    people.