John W. Knight Poems

The game was tied in the bottom of nine
A runner on third and two out
In the dead still air a mosquito's whine
Was all you could hear, then a shout
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Two men stood fishing only yards apart on a sandy windswept beach
Neither established eye contact, and neither preferred to speak
But each looked deep at the other when the other was turned away
And each saw some of himself as he gazed at the other that day
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Although it's flight is quite erratic
This dainty insect soars ecstatic
And though it seems to have no power
It effortlessly gains each flower
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