poetry friday

With the baseball play-offs underway, and the Minnesota Twins making us all nervous (as usual, I might add), today’s poem just has to be a baseball poem. 

Play at the Plate


 by Paul B. Janeczko
from the book   That Sweet Diamond:  Baseball Poems, by Paul B. Janeczko, illustrated by Carole Katchen


watch the ball
short hop the wall and
the right fielder — who
can’t pick it up fast enough —
finally snatch it
sling it
to the impatient cut-off man,
who throws home
almost before he turns.

watch the runner
toe the inside corner of third,
eyes on
the coach’s windmill arm
signaling haste.

watch the meeting place:
the catcher begging for the ball
so he can sweep the tag
at the runner beginning
his slide
before the umpire,
holding his mask
behind his back
as casually as a satin heart
of valentine candy,
signals the meeting over,
the runner safe.