Andrew watches and waits
for more autographs;
Bill and Angelica chat;
Paul and Geoff cheer
for the Yanks; I go
deep inside myself
to look for the A's
I know; I don't
find 'em and the
A's on the field
and all either old
and hurt or new
and no good, and
they blow it in
the ninth, handing
New York four
gift runs; I try
to laugh it off
but even so I'm
so weak in the knees
afterward it takes
me nearly 20 minutes
to make my way out
to the parking lot
When we get home
Juliet asks me
if we can get negatives
of the pictures we took
with Bill's camera
at the ballpark
I ask her why
and she says simply,
so we'll know
what it looked like
when we were there
Fan Poems
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