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A Poem: When Easter and The First Pitch of Baseball Coincide

Long and lean He lingers

Behind the mound

With the chalk, white

And powdering the dirt

In stark contrast

 

Looking right, left

Lingering more and making up

His mind to turn rubberward

But first a final gaze

Always a gaze upward

 

To the children in cheapest seats

The first heft is always for them

They are leaning forward

Almost falling, waiting

To spring upward

 

And Then

With confidence, knowing

There is only one of these

Carrying such power to bring

With it the summer

 

Toe digging clay

Removing enough

But stopping in time

And stopping time

As he digs in

 

Palm all the while grinding

Rubbing dirt and oil and sweat

Each ball the same, save this one

Prayed over, sought after

Now rubbed and prepared

 

For the breath

For the rush

For the spin and turn

For the pop

For the leap and cheer

 

But not yet

Rubber bound now

One foot forward

He bends and leans in

To shake off a sign, no…two

 

Then the stand

And the world is both

Eliminated as well as

Shrunk to 216 stitches

The whole world

 

Is then wound

And spun – a seed

Pushed, gathering breath

Until, through the sun

It sinks with a pop of leather

 

All ages of children emit popcorn

Exuberant leap

Of summer begun

And this one game to enjoy

Before eagerly anticipating October

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