Old Timer's Day - Donald Hall

[Larry Robinson]

Old Timer's Day  

 
When the tall puffy

figure wearing number

nine starts

late for the fly ball,

laboring forward

like a lame truckhorse

startled by a gartersnake,

this old fellow

whose body we remember

as sleek and nervous

as a filly's,

 
and barely catches it

in his glove's

tip, we rise

and applaud weeping:

On a green field

we observe the ruin

of even the bravest

body, as Odysseus

wept to glimpse

among shades the shadow

of Achilles.



- Donald Hall
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