Baseball

Field green and wide, infield brown, crowd sparse,

Teams warming up, players throwing the white ball

Without conviction and without effort

From one uniformed person to another.

Lights high and shining brightly in the dusk,

Loudspeaker blaring advertisements, announcements.

Gives the lineups, flaunting its prejudice for the home team.

Fans walk about, some visit with other regulars,

Some walk up and down in front of the stand,

Waiting for the action to start. 

And after the inevitable ceremonial first pitch,

The game does start.

The pitcher denies theb all permission to arc,

Forcing it to travel at high speed

Into the catcher’s big glove, popping as it does,

Telling the players and all concerned

That the game is under way.

--May 2, 2013