Unearthly Horses sonata almost a hand the glove dangled from the baseball bat across my shoulder we were talking about hook slides I said 'see ya' to jim    turned into my yard when 'moonlight sonata' drifted through a window I froze between the poplars their leaves evening-still still hearing 'see ya' and jim kicking a stone down the street the western sky emptying and from the front room the piano mother    her eyes her fingers playing a sonata someone shifted a mirror in the last sun must have    something flashed    leaves someone took out a handmirror to comb her hair mother's outline in the window    a lamp    its chain dancing and outside the poplars filling with stars that's all and that's true    the slow notes hanging there in time like a perfect hook slide round the second baseman's glove