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Touching Base By Jae Malone. Copyright © Jae Malone
Jae is a freelance editor and prize winning writer from Connecticut, USA.
Our thanks to Jae Malone for her contribution to the library.
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TOUCHING
BASE
By Jae Malone
The nibbling chill
chases me through the house,
noticed only after long ago laughter faded
and the phone, recradled,
snuffed out the back streets of time,
entered once a year or so
for six cents a minute.
The meandering has made me sleepy,
and it is, in fact, late;
but the bubbling remnants of song
first heard in snow storms
sheltered by wiggling walls and the wailing out
of wayward dreams
wants to be savored
while my pen quivers an ode to the cabal
afloat balloon-like in a button-down sky,
viewed from a peak, alone or in twos,
while the remainder hovers,
a mystical snarl
dancing 'round the girth
of the moon.
By Jae Malone
The nibbling chill
chases me through the house,
noticed only after long ago laughter faded
and the phone, recradled,
snuffed out the back streets of time,
entered once a year or so
for six cents a minute.
The meandering has made me sleepy,
and it is, in fact, late;
but the bubbling remnants of song
first heard in snow storms
sheltered by wiggling walls and the wailing out
of wayward dreams
wants to be savored
while my pen quivers an ode to the cabal
afloat balloon-like in a button-down sky,
viewed from a peak, alone or in twos,
while the remainder hovers,
a mystical snarl
dancing 'round the girth
of the moon.