The Perfect Game - David Handsher

[Lawrence Robinson]

The Perfect Game

It was perfect
while it lasted.

Oh sure, a few
called strike 3's
were probably balls

and that was a lucky
diving catch
out in centerfield

We weren’t hitting 
either.  Our runs 
came on overthrows 
and balls through the legs.

Playing second base
in the rock-filled dirt
I was fortunate

that no balls came
within 50 feet of me
although in between

innings I flawlessly 
played catch
with the first baseman

Then the game was over
and my friends here and gone
went home

I pulled off 
my dirt stained uniform
with its images of birds

playing baseball
and threw it 
into the laundry hamper

while my mother,
who was still alive,
made tuna casserole.

	- David Handsher
-------------- next part --------------
An HTML attachment was scrubbed...
URL: <http://lists.sonic.net/pipermail/poetrylovers/attachments/20250725/988f537f/attachment.htm>