Enhance, divide, relegate

when the home run king was reeling in a big trout, corners cut folded around his bulging arms, curved willows blowing streams of volumetric verisimilitude into his eyes, it was all very sad, the crowds were quiet along seventeenth street, his showpiece wife running her hands around perimeter of ranch dip runions, little esther piecing together reports from cnn and cable with hope of understanding how the world spins during a disaster, a comedy, a semaphore, how clouds form when nothing else seems to matter, and rain just will not fall, its time to retire, to ghost around the house for a few years, let the drugs wear off, gamble on some horses, help the russians be the first to mars, dip a bit of soup out into your bowl and let your bread soak it up, then grow tired of all of the attention, give a little growl, perform a dance, heal something.