i
never considered
stealing
anything
after
all the act
is really just an act
against
oneself
you
never know when it'll all
come
back to bite you
even
a friendly dog has limits
let
me qualify this
the
only thing i ever stole
was
second
third
and
once home
what
a feeling
pony
league was all about
playing
by the rules
which
meant stealing
so
it was important
for
at least one of my sons
to
become a catcher
with
a rifle arm
those
who steal
need
to fear
a
hard peg to the base
'course
you could say
this
is all harmless baseball talk
or
maybe you're missing
the
one chance to be more bold
taking
that extra step off the bag
upsetting
the rhythm of the game
which
might not be a game at all
there's
a theft about to happen
it's
the only one that counts
the
crowd is stirring for an upset
the
pitcher fidgets in the stretch
you
wipe the dust and sweat off your hands
crouch
like a feral cat
ready
to spring free
sliding
head first
arm
extended
the
tag is late
because
you stole
the
only thing worth stealing
that
head start instant
that
extra step
---
e b bortz
1 comment:
Good poem, captures baseball! Brings back memories of playing catcher in Little League, with Case Equipment, Lansdale PA... Let's play ball!
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