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.
