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Angel Sources Run

Along white birch May a light spread
as convention—upon the padded shins

and mitted fists of young men crouched
on playing fields, stubbornness, resolve, other

alternatives to lust:  shadow, beer cans, busted
at-bats.  Across the park a woman canters

a big horse down the ravine; across the lake
two lovers wrestle in the trees.  And the heavens

rise above them, adjunct, incidental, abrupt—
the shortstop muffs a pop-up, and the leftfielder

throws the runner out at home:  this world is
so abstract the bleachers howl to greet it!

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