Thursday, May 26, 2011

Robert Wallace - "The Double Play"

In his sea lit
distance, the pitched winding
like a clock about to chime comes

the ball, hit
sharply, under the artificial
banks of arc-lights, bounds like a vanishing

over the green
to the shortstop magically
scoops to his right whirling above his invisible

shadows
in the dust redirects,
its flight to the running poised second baseman

pirouettes
leaping, above the slide, to throw
from mid-air, across the colored tightened interval,

to the leaning-
out first baseman ends the dance
drawing it disappearing into his long brown glove

stretches. What
is too swift for deception
is final, lost, among the loosened figures

jogging off the field
(the pitcher walks), casual
in the space where the poem has happened.



Hummers, Knucklers, and Slow Curves
Edited by Don Johnson

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