A World Series Poem

by Stephen Jones

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Eight . . . four . . . two
now the World Series venue

bat and ball ball and bat
pitchers arms curved awkward

that

their pitches skew batters
drive them crazy inside out

then

the lazy curve the sudden hit
between two players

now

the breath exhales
the game is on

.

Posted 10/26/2009


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