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April 18, 2017 | BASEBALL, Poetry

Baseball Game in a Small Southern Town

M. A. Istvan Jr.

Baseball Game in a Small Southern Town photo

Unfamiliar with being
at baseball games,
and not caring who wins,
I find myself clap once
on a line-drive down
the left foul line
hit by the visitors.
Then I catch myself.

Before the nasty glances,
which I sense to be for me,
I shake my downcast head,
grin in disappointment,
and mutter “Damn.”
Again I do that single clap
to reinforce that the first
was not in support.  

 

image: Tara Wray


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