Ah hope springs eternal. I’m feeling the season, so here are a couple new ones, which also infuse some nostalgia for my old hometown of Chicago….enjoy! Also up at http://baseballbard.com/baseball-poetry-archives-link?authorid=46
Pitchers and Catchers (3/2013)
Pitchers and catchers reported today,
Mending the dime-sized hole in the sole of my heart
Discovered while walking through the slush to catch the el
Where I stood underneath broken heat lamps caked with narrow slivers of ice
Because my car is stuck on Cullom Avenue beneath snow drifts piled two feet high.
Wiffle Ball (3/2013)
If I close my eyes, I can see it now
A diamond spread beneath the clouds
In the middle of the cul-de-sac
Second base was a sidewalk crack
If you hit one over the telephone wire
You could take four bases and the fire hydrant
Hearts filled with love and trust
Sweat fell like rain, without the rust
Afraid of nothing, no regrets
Just one pitch and then the next
Eyes upon the spinning wheel
Our folks were young and so were we
Round and shiny with lots of holes,
A wicked curve starts to roll
It could wind up high or dart down low
Just like life…I suppose.
Watch it rise, watch it fall,
We’re beholden to the Wiffle Ball
Doug Hoekstra 