I don’t care where they say
people go—
you are never far away
Learning to Turn the Other Cheek
The nuns at St. Matthews
were a somewhat twisted lot
with their do unto others
Free Throw
She was tall, so basketball
was the game above it all
in her repertoire of sport.
Choosing Sides
You were good at sports,
but the captains never wanted you
on their team.
Two Poems
At eight years old
I admired my older brother
he could hit
Two Poems
Rain comes down, soft at first
but my brothers and some friends
play through it in our pickup
No Quitsies
When I was seven, someone gave me
a bag of marbles. For Christmas.
In North Dakota.
Spring Evening
Stand here by the rhododendron
bursting out into blossom
Heading for Home
I grew up listening to baseball beside my father on the old living room radio.
Read moreFinding My Butt with Both Hands
In one life you’re out in left field
and in the next your boy is at the batter’s box
and you’re the manager, rather,
Dart Ball Together
Who knew
when I was six (1963)—
watching my Lutheran uncles,
Keep Away
He takes his position,
stance ready for the next play.
Rather than catch and release,
Chain of Foos
My dormitory common room
Was where I saw my talent bloom,
My Husband Spends All His Time Waiting
for golf weather
for fast play
for greens with minimal chatter
Speechless
We charged across the street in pursuit of an autograph from
Gene Conley,
Baseball Will Never be the Same
Without his familiar voice, hearty laugh, sly
chuckle, this season’s airwaves are boring.
The National Pastime
Long before girls, my first love
was baseball. What I daydreamed about