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The Nuptials of Grace Apfelzeller and Fred (Swifty) Kuhn
by Earl Coleman

This splicing, ricing will wring out forever one long
steamy afternoon when she tried out the baseball team,
who’d all slid home, her pom-poms goading them to score
and score again just sixty minutes afterward, in part because
they played on turf they knew, all natural, and ring in Fred,
the captain, clean-up man, the weight of in-laws and their
trust funds borne with grace, considering that Grace was in
her seventh-inning stretch, a swelling chorus urging her
to slow it down so Fred could get his last licks in before
the heavens opened and poured down the rain.