Glen's Poetry - as interpreted by an eye-witness

Of Mere Whiff

The scoresheet at the end of the mind
Beyond the last inning, reads,
In the bronze distance, 10-2. [Brent, Glen, Kurt - 2  |  Peter, Dave - 10]

A bald-headed bird
sings over the scoresheet, without human meaning,
Without human feeling, a four-run song.
[Brent loaded the bases in the first, and da Commish hit a liner over two fielders for a grand salami.]

You know then that it is not the final score
That makes us happy or unhappy. [Kurt hit everything in sight for singles or more.]
The bird sings. Its head shines. [Peter had the bases loaded on him but somehow got out unscathed.]

The scoresheet stands on the edge of space.
The wind moves slowly above and below its numbers. [Glen struck out the side in the second inning to cool down Peter and Dave.]
Dave Eldridge gave up two runs. [Dave Eldridge gave up two runs]

Of Mere Whiff

The cherry at the end of the mind
Beyond the last inning, looms
In the bronze distance.
[Glen was basically giddy with excitement over the night game - grill out evening. Rachel and the kids were away and he was acting a like a kid with a new bike!]

A well-heeled Republican
Swings his arms on the asphalt, without human meaning,
a foreign dance.  [There was a great grill-out, complete with good imported beer at Glen's - Dave had to leave fairly early because he planned on getting up around 4:30 - 5:00.]

You know then that it is not the score
That makes us happy or unhappy. [Dave and Peter touched up the Artist for three runs during Glen's second time pitching.]
The Republican swings. His pitches glide.

The perfect ERA stands on the edge of space.
The pitches move slowly down the pike.
The two crushing doubles pop the cherry.
[Dave gave up two runs on a single and two doubles which of course became the talk of the night and week.]

-- Wallace Stevens, 1954