a baseball poem I saw linked to among baseball poems linked to and like

[fflo]

Dream in Which I Love a Third Baseman
by Lisa Olstein

At first he seemed a child,

dirt on his lip and the sun

lighting up his hair behind him.

All around us, the hesitation

of year-rounders who know

the warmer air will bring crowds.

No one goes to their therapist

to talk about how happy they are,

but soon I’d be back in the dugout

telling my batting coach how

the view outside my igloo seemed

to be changing, as if the night

sky were all the light there is.

Now, like two babies reaching

through the watery air to touch soft

fingers to soft forehead, like blind fish

sensing a familiar fluttering in the waves,

slowly, by instinct, we became aware.

Off-field, outside the park, beyond

the gates, something was burning.   

The smell was everywhere.

 

Comments

[stormdog.livejournal.com]

Hmm. I like that one too. I'm not sure how to express why. I don't usually read most poetry that goes by my various social media venues, but this one I did.