batting cage nets
catching only
the dawn wind


8 Responses

  1. Marie Shimane Says:

    autumn's desires

  2. Alan Summers Says:

    Good to see your work here Chad!


  3. Kathe L. Palka Says:

    first gone grand slam —
    her father retrieves the ball
    for a keepsake

    First published spring 04' in Spitball: The Literary Baseball Magazine

  4. Ellen Grace Olinger Says:

    Wonderful poems!

  5. Ross Says:

    wiping the blood
    off his baseball bat

  6. martin1223 Says:

    above the Polo Grounds the sound of rain

  7. Garry Eaton Says:

    boarded-up ball park
    a dust devil swirls along
    a baseline

  8. seaviewwarrenpoint Says:

    I had to look up 'batting cage' (no baseball played in Northern Ireland!) and I was immediately filled with melancholy as I remembered playing rounders in the park opposite my grandmother's house with my cousins. Amazing how memories come flooding back because of something I'd never heard of! Thank you. :]

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