Into Air

By Marion Shea-Light

It leaves the bat
and soars
high into the atmosphere.
Cutting through the clouds
it touches the mist,
wetting the ball
with nature’s tears.

 


Published in Free Verse, The Game Itself | Link to this poem | 2 Comments

Into Air: 2 Comments

  1. James Ricks wrote,

    Cool poem, Mom Shea – howdaheckYOUbeen?!?

  2. Ken Kurson wrote,

    I love this poem! And that’s my favorite type of home run — the high, soaring one with a great arc. Thanks for this!

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