read the excerpt from “how i learned english.”
it was in an empty lot
ringed by elms and fir and honeysuckle.
bill corson was pitching in his buckskin jacket,
chuck keller, fat even as a boy, was on first,
his t-shirt riding up over his gut,
ron o’neill, jim, dennis, were talking it up
in the field, a blue sky above them
tipped with cirrus.
the imagery in this excerpt appeals mostly to the reader’s sense of
smell.
touch.
sound.
sight.