by Doug Fahrendorff
My brother returned
My copy of
The 1959 Mutual Baseball Almanac.
He had given me the book for my birthday
I paged through the articles
Describing how to play each position:
Roberts on pitching
Musial the outfield
Statistics of yesterdays heroes
The book a mirror
Into a time long past
When baseball was still
Only a game.
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