September Baseball

By Stuart Shea

There is no clock.
The games could last forever,
Even as September suns sink sooner every day.
This is suspended-animation baseball time.

If a team is 30 out, and nobody watches,
Did the game even happen?
Maybe only in your mind,
But this is the best place for a baseball game anyway.

Cups of coffee and last gasps,
Careers come and go in a flash,
Before the eyes of the true devotees,
Miles from a pennant race.

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Posted 9/28/2009


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