It’s a washout;
yes. perhaps because it’s April,
it’s a washout.
There’s a whole season yet to scout,
there may even be a game in
May, so here’s this inning’s rundown:
it’s a washout.
Rain Delay, impermeable
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About the Author
Recent work by Bruce Robinson appears or is forthcoming in Pangyrus, Evening Street Review, Rattle, Spoon River Poetry Review, Seventh Quarry, and Maintenant. He lives in Brooklyn and Albany, NY along with two cats, both of whom are trying to get published.
