I still feel like the game itself is pastoral, poetic and flawless. It’s beautiful no matter what level it’s played on.
- Singer/songwriter Will Johnson on baseball
Four-finger fast
on its way home
spin stitch-catch breeze
half-second
ash-thwacked and
heart-walloped
in a parabolic function, going,
a playful sunlit arc -
gone.
The smell of oil, grass,
the broken-hearted pinstripes,
the pant
of breath;
the crowd cheers.
