by Stephen Jones
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Slower than a slider
the sun the breeze today
a wild pitch of weather is
The sky settled in May’s dugout
a month’s sun-and-cloud teaming
. . . and what of defense?
We’ll see large bulky clouds
crouch, the sun concuss
& diamond dreams evolve.
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For more of Stephen’s poetry and photographs, check out his blog.
Posted 6/1/2009
Posted on 06/2/09
Published in Free Verse, The Game Itself, Uncategorized | Link to this poem | 1 Comment
Marilyn wrote,
My favorite baseball poem!
Link | June 5th, 2009 at 5:48 pm