Esther,William Carlos,and Ted
they roll on down the everloving carpet
roll now those dice of in the moment history
at the wheel, for your illumination,
no reason to mumble, no house of explanation
they roll across the mandated seas
in some kind of garrulous season
dreams show up and wander in from the parking lot
they make it to the counter in time for the special
count your change, invent the world again
roll now those sluggers of the vulnerable wood
Standing at home plate, any attempted home, anything that can hold your food for a plate, standing
in the ongoing poker game of being, Ted Williams
sang the vernacular, child, and the cub scouts and girl scouts
they quit scouting now because they have discovered
Eureka...population, anyone possible...Ted Williams arm wrestled the ornery weather and tonight you can wear your head in plain view...roll now those dice of all your sung history...invent the world if you can...in some garrulous season...down your everloving carpet of vulnerable wood...Ted, the conductor, punched your ticket to a bona fide soiree...Eureka...sing now your vernacular, standing possible...

---Scott Wannberg