At the ballpark

 At the plate

stands the batter

swings the bat

Crack, the answer

But only foul

the ball rolls

up to the bat boy

near the base coach

At the rail

stands the four

all of them yell

for the treasure

Under the rail

I put out my hand

straight to me

the ball seems planned

Just off my fingertips

another hand

and the bat boy mindless

delivers my claim

Racing back to our seats

she’s the first one there

showing my baseball

to all who care

I can’t understand

why she bothered

to me its iconic

to her ironic

She’ll soon forget

but I never

my one moment of glory

always over

4/28/02