The Wings of the Bird

by James Finn Garner


Every kid thinks that he
Could mow down the heart of the Yankees order
If given the chance,
And someday everybody gets that chance,

And it’s good luck to talk to the ball,
And cheers are love that never dies,
And the world would love you if you showed them who you really are,
And magic can happen at any time.

That kid never dies.
That kid was the Bird.


In memory of Mark Fidrych (1954-2009)

Posted 4/15/09

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