In the evening haze, The sun glows orange, hanging Over the outfield fence
Under the tower lights kids scattered over the ball field- An emerald of grass
Could there be a lonelier place Than the pitching mound In an empty stadium As a home run ball rattles around The vacant outfield seats?
Walking into Keyspan Park There stands a statue Of two men, One with his arm across the other’s shoulder- A simple gesture of friendship. The men stare out Across the ages.
Sunset over the Stadium A summer night without baseball A giant sleeping, until…
From Short At his side, the leather glove, Hand just curled in, Feels more like home Then the slab of white A short throw away. Everything is before him. The sun, shield by his cap, The crowd, that ocean of sound, The pitcher, bent, staring- serious as death- The batter, a samurai alone against their… Read More Poem of the Day 6/04/19 – From Short
Lying on the couch Watching the game. My little boy’s head rests on my chest
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