the day we went to the ballpark

at keyspan coney island the sun went down over the ocean after we left the ballfield - this happened in august. today it is late september and the weather is balmy and great, perhaps for the last time of the season. thoughts are eeking their way toward the next season, and how it will form itself around usual patterns and alterations from what is presupposed. i am liking the second leashed lap around fort greene park, the squirrel hunts, and how they make ingrid placid now, on the black and red floor.