poetry by j matthew waters

summer wasn’t summer without baseball

out of the fields and onto my bike
glove and spikes
strapped on the rack
I race through the cemetery shortcut
straight to the diamond

to get away was to get away
from the house of rules
where the master
made sure it was okay to disappear
as long as the work was done

transformed into a collective whole
I become one of many parts
dreaming to be the hero
while trying not to make an error
examining the stitches
hand-sewn on my pants
as well as the fastball
playing music beneath my chin

april two thousand fourteen
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6 thoughts on “summer wasn’t summer without baseball

  1. The Bonny Blog on said:


  2. “the fastball playing music beneath my chin” — brilliant!

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