The State of MLB

by Stephen Jones

Players, owners — neither side talking.
Each entrenched in a far-away dugout
Of their own making, where “negotiation”
Is all about stubborn posture, about
“I’m not listening”, and is a joke
More like gum on the bottom of my shoe.

This Day

by Stephen Jones

It’s 1967,
A spring day
Mickey Mantle steps up
And hits it deep
It’s a home run,
Number 500

 

The Tree of Stealing

by Stephen Jones

I came to an open clearing,
In a Lone Star land known as
Home to the Houston Astros.

Here, the Tree of Stealing,
Its limbs covered with the signs
Of other teams, did grow.