Ode to summer
The Base Stealer
by Robert Francis
Poised between going on and back, pulled
Both ways taut like a tightrope-walker,
Fingertips pointing opposites,
Now bouncing tiptoe like a dropped ball
Or a kid skipping rope, come on, come on,
Running a scattering of steps sidewise,
How he teeters, skitters, tingle, teases,
Taunt them, hovers like an ecstatic bird,
he's only flirting, crowd him, crowd him,
Delicate, delicate, delicate, delicate--now!
Image by churl
Comments
(Yeah, I know I live in St. Louis, land of the red birds....long story, die hard heritage.)
Gaston: We'll soon have an outdoor field for the Twins. I wasn't in favor it (using public money, and all) but I may have to break down and go to a game!
Pyzahn: So you're from Chi-town? Whereabouts? Mr. B lived in Park Forest.
DBSO: And so fun to see a bunch of guys taking themselves seriously in jammies!
Gord H.