when he throws the
high hard one
it's like a razor
slicing skull
the ball and mitt
slam dancing
to dusty umpired rhythms
the batter
is not wired to his music
and cannot trust
his own instrument
the catcher cradles
a quick leather signal
squatting on new spikes
waiting for the curve
to drop like a head
into his basket.
Touching All the Bases
No comments:
Post a Comment