on getting to first base
she caught me smiling
and pretended she really
never glanced my way
in a bout of bravery I decided
to get up from the patio table
and walked over to hers
and asked her softly
why she had looked my way
oh you reminded me of someone
someone I once met in cincinnati
have you ever been to cincinnati
she asked me
batting her eyes and using her slender
index finger to flick off the long ash
from her virginia slim
no I said
I never have but I once promised myself
I’d like to become a speck in a sea of red
at the stadium there on the ohio river
and catch a foul ball with my bare hands
that sounds like fun she said
why don’t you sit down and share with me
more of your baseball fantasies
january two thousand fourteen
copyright j matthew waters
all rights reserved
In all my years I’ve only caught one foul ball.
That’s one more than me, Traci, not counting little league, of course!
Well it was at Spring Training…Jordan Danks, White Sox. John Danks brother. But it was still cool. 🙂
Did you get to 2nd base with her?
haha – not that I can recall my dear!
An excellent literary conceit!!!
haha exactly Alan!