The Giants won the sixth game up north
under cover of cloud some rain
surprise elements and we knew
next day we'd have to keep our thoughts
like our mouths shut politics is in the air
things are tense in the outfield later
they will say he shoulda woulda coulda
but still we hold our tongues like fat
one-footed molluscs on the edge of the cave
salt water running in our veins
against all advice we're done with their
dictums and datums we're just walking
watching we're full up with calculus
and fed up sitting on the knife edge
this time we'll watch what happens
do no talking just taking it in through
our eyes and ears maybe the hair
stands up for a scent on the breeze
at the bottom of the third and The Freak
in each and every one of us leads
the way to action without fanfare
this is the time and we know it
for the silent warrior to wrap himself
in compassion and fill the kettle
with rainwater this is the time
to remember the forgotten to see
what the tide brings in and then
in our phosphorescent evenings
set to work in incremental
barely perceptible ways
now all the electricity's down
there's a steady drumbeat in the air
out in Porcupine South Dakota
we can hear it in the traffic here
in this corner of the empire
the tide comes in and we say nothing
while the crowd leaps and cheers
faraway surrounding the diamond
the dugouts the bases and home
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