“Stargazer,” New Era, Oct. 1997, 51


    I lie back

    On my lawn chair

    And watch the sky

    As it turns gray

    With orange edges.

    The stars appear

    Like open eyes

    As darkness shuts its lid

    On me.

    A streak of light

    Avoids my gaze

    But the corner of my eye

    Tells me it’s there—

    A home run

    In the cosmic

    Baseball game