Poetry of Issue #7        Page 13

APPRECIATIONS: FOUR POETS
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           (For Andrew Glaze)

Glaze swaggers to the plate
Like a home-run king,
Spits in his hands
Like a good old boy
And smashes complacencies
Over the outfield fence.
If they aren’t subdued enough
By such battering
He’ll open his shirt to reveal
Apocalypse where his number ought to be:
The horsemen off and pursuing.

  Jim Story