I was glad my Grandma was there
at Yankee Stadium
when the peanut vendor with no voice
came by. The other vendors shouted, BEAH HEAH!
and SCORECARD YANKEE SCORECARD
but he could only whisper "Peanuts."
I felt frightened and sad.
After the game, in the subway,
I held my Grandma's dress
while the train shook and screeched,
and looking out the window
into the dark tunnel
I saw only my own reflection.
That night in bed I curled.
I heard a crowd roar.
I felt myself becoming smaller and smaller
and was afraid I might disappear.
Baseball I Gave You All The Best Years Of My Life
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