Evan Linville Evan Linville


09.02.2021


Surprise First Pitch


A great surprise, as I went with my Dad

To the very first game of the year

The first pitch was thrown by a man named Carl

Who sported a white, wispy beard


I expected his pitch to sail far wide

And to drop from the chain link back there

Or to fall far short of the plate altogether

Going five or six feet in the air


But to my surprise this man wound up

With a style that was all of his own

And then threw a curveball that arced around

And then headed right down the strike zone


My mouth was wide, my eyes were, too

As I witnessed this incredible feat

Then I closed my mouth and blinked my eyes

As I watched the game played from my seat

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Evan Linville Evan Linville


09.01.2021


To a Birthday Party In Rain




We’ve a cupcake made for a birthday party

And the clouds are full of rain

So we’re making our way under the umbrella

As we wander the way down the lane


We move with care as we take each step

And we keep our eyes to the sky

For we’d like to maintain our presentable state

And arrive with the cupcake quite dry

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Evan Linville Evan Linville


08.31.2021


An Excessive Presence of Forms


He says he’s here to check my tags

To make sure I’ve been counted

To sum up all rhinoceroses

And see just what’s amounted

He says he needs my middle name

And the length of each my horns

And he’s sure he needs the phase of the moon

On the day that I was born

He says he’d like to hear me sing

And stand up on my toes

And wonders if I can recall

How the alphabet, backwards, goes

He scribbles these down as quick as can be

Referencing systemic norms

But I’ve already titled my formal complaint

“An Excessive Presence of Forms”

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Evan Linville Evan Linville


08.30.2021


A Bed Outside


Make your bed out of doors, my friends

And sleep your sleep with the flowers

Rest yourself with the wild rose scent

Dreaming sweetly for hours and hours


Wake with the ferns speaking out your name

And the dew drops washing your face

Then sip the drink of the chicory flower

In a robe made of Queen Anne’s lace

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Evan Linville Evan Linville


08.27.2021


Little Shell


Little shell, I see you

I found you in the sand

But were you going out to sea

Or heading on to land?


For if you sought the waters

I’d swim you further on

And if the beach you wanted

I’d walk you far beyond


Oh how I’d like to help you

To complete your path today

But since I don’t know where you’re bound

I’ll leave you to your way

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