MOST RECENT POEM
- The Perfect Game
bottom of the seventh
and the home team
got on base twice
and the next guy up
who looked just like
everyone else
connected
and the ball lazied up
into the center outfield
and fell into the outfielder's mitt
was thrown back
to second
before trapping the last man
right on home plate
with his own momentum
as he slid into
an outstretched hand
and after the umpire
flexed his call
the runners walked back to the dugout
with a slow
easy trot
as if nothing
had happened
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