by Matthew Johnson
From the dugout steps in Game 2 of the ’77 Fall Classic,
Billy Martin watches the Bronx burn.
With the Yanks getting extinguished by the Dodgers,
He ponders, that if the flames kept burning like this,
Maybe Reggie Jackson could finally catch fire.
Matthew Johnson, a two-time Best of the Net Nominee, has appeared in Maudlin House, The Roanoke Review, The Maryland Literary Review, and elsewhere. His debut collection, Shadow Folks and Soul Songs, (Kelsay Books) was released in 2019, and his second, Far from New York State, is scheduled for release in Fall 2022 by New York Quarterly. https://www.matthewjohnsonpoetry.com