Monday, July 9, 2012

Ghost Runners

I won't try to explain wiffleball to those who don't already know the game, except to say it's a form of baseball that can be played in smaller spaces since the plastic, perforated ball does not travel as far.

    Ghost Runners

would take our place on base
those backyard August evenings
in our 4-on-4 wiffleball games
and if our turn to bat came round again
it was up to us to drive our own spirit
in with sacrifice, single, or suicide squeeze
(and to argue our phantom twin had surely
slid safely in to score) – and those who tried
too hard to homer would always whiff and leave
our young selves to die in the summer dusk on third
as our parents called to us, so close and so far from home.



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