by Fred Lovato
Shohei lays down bunt
despite ugly aesthetic
universe bewitched

Shohei lays down bunt
despite ugly aesthetic
universe bewitched
Originally appeared in The Chicago Baseball Magazine.
It is soaking humid night.
Even the ball park lights are perspiring.
Top of the ninth.
Bases loaded.
No outs.
The batter smashes a line drive to third.
Caught-
step on third,
fire the ball to first.
Game over.
R. Gerry Fabian is the author of three novels and four books of poetry. His latest book of poems, Ball On The Mound, is a collection of original baseball poems, available at Amazon.
Inning 1: Zero hits off pitching phenom Paul Skenes;
Three Cubs go down swinging.
Inning 2: Praise the name pronounced Skeenz;
Three more Ks: Ka-ching, Ka-ching, Ka-chinging.
Inning 3: He throws the ball 100 miles per hour;
“Only” one strikeout, but Cubs still have no hits.
Inning 4: From where does the kid get that power?
Two more strikeouts; batters flailing like twits.
Inning 5: Pitch after pitch, Skenes dominates;
A walk spoils his bid for perfection.
Inning 6: Comparisons whispered about all-time greats;
Quick-hook manager says, “You’re done, son.”
Innings 7, 8 and 9: Wrigley Field turns bitter;
Pirates fans grumble, “Coulda been a no-hitter!”
Angels out to prove
that even without Shohei
they’re still woeful team