Afternoon Baseball On The Radio
It struck me as particularly poignant that legendary Phillies broadcaster Harry Kalas passed away today during poetry month. So I thought I’d throw in a few words towards that cause.
Afternoon Baseball On The Radio
In the bright of a hot afternoon
Ice swirls in glasses
breezes of imagination
in waves of gently humming radio
[...and the home of the brave]
opening views of a perfect outfield
the planting
of a batter’s spikes
into the earth
the cadence of warm words
[Working from the stretch. Here comes the wind-up]
I can see the stitching
of a baseball drifting
then shattered
by the bat crack
[Well hit into deep left-center field]
into the blue
crowds rising
holding a moment
[Home run!]
to the cascade of cheers
The claps of dust and chalk
escaping from each step on a base
backyard clouds
pass swaying trees
sitting back in a lawn chair
a cool sip
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