A Baseball Poem #3

by Stephen Jones

Anticipation’s eyes locked

pitcher-to-batter batter-to-pitcher
catcher & umpire the close-ended
joint of a bright green fan laid down

spread open warning track edged
& in an outfield’s groomed grass
a leather glove thumped waiting


Posted 6/29/2009

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