Blacktop After Storm

Chain fence in the pit
shakes the dampness from his hair
to muddy the tracks.

Afternoon shower—
Smell that asphalt mist steaming
as the sun eats smog.

(at the baseball field)

Shorts make paths itchy
in the uncut grass and weeds
and dandelions.
--Poems from the Sprawl
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