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


Rudee said…
There is nothing like a thief on the field to pique one's interest in the game.
Gaston Studio said…
Good moments, those.
Pyzahn said…
Go Cubs!

(Yeah, I know I live in St. Louis, land of the red birds....long story, die hard heritage.)
Such a beautiful game. Long, but beautiful.
Kathleen said…
Rudee: Baseball and soccer seem to the only two sports I can actually follow. I don't know how you can spot the puck in hockey. I think my eyes only have a slo-mo speed.

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!
G. Harrison said…
Excellent prose by Robert francis. Loved it.

Gord H.
Kathleen said…
Hey Gord! Did you see the Cubbies while you were in Chicago?

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