the home run

i hit the ball
solid, it cracked
hard right off
the bat, and sailed.
and as i was tagging
first, heading
for second base,
watching the ball
fly towards the
fence, not knowing
for sure if it
would go over, i
dug my cleats into
the turf and ran
harder, rounding
second, and as i
looked over my
shoulder to see
the ball rolling
towards the far
corner, into
the deep shadow
of the park,
i knew i had
a chance,
so i turned
my shoulders
towards third, and
at that point
she was breathing
heavily, and was
frantically
waving me in with
her arms held high
in the air,
her legs off
the ground. so i
went for home
as fast as i could,
sliding in safe
and sound.