Saturday, July 15, 2017

finding the strike zone

all day
you could throw
the rubber ball against
the wall.
the chalked in
square,
a strike zone
for no one
there.
wind up and throw
in the hot
sun
behind the rexall
drug store.
check first,
check second. a little
spit,
a hat adjustment.
shake off the catcher,
then nod and throw.
who needs players,
or bats,
just a glove and a ball
on a long
summer day
was enough
to bring joy.

1 comment:

Di said...

But nice little poem