Alone in his office –
the rear table of
Hadley’s Ice House;
wine glass in a meeting
Very hush hush

From her table in shadow
she can see his lips move
sweetly in song
She can almost hear it
Yes, she’s knows it
He’s singing her name
She senses a longing
His fortitude bears it
He stares through her loneliness;
no judgment or scorn
His song is for her
in a key that unlocks her

His eyes alone can
read her light
Her hips alone can
swell to his tempo,
caress his yearning,
decode his swing
Her soul alone can
hear his singing

The melody bathes
the womb of the Lazy Boy
Safe at last
He’s safe in its pocket
in the arms of his dad
Baseball and Balentine
Baseball and Balentine