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Monday, August 25, 2008

Why



Excerpt of "Shooting," by August Kleinzhaler.


The sun is high
and the blacktop soft so Hit
first from the corner
then from the key
because your hand is hot
and no one's watching

                  . . .

Hit
after dark and the stars shall
illumine
Put moves on the locals
They'll make you a god
Hit for the sake of it
For the music of hitting Hit
Because will ordained it
And you can deliver
Hit you the Hit Man
Hit 'cause Jim Dandy's
Got nothing on you Hit

                  . . .

Hit for the rhythm
that finds you and lifts you
The ball is a planet
and you make it go


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