See it! See it! You own the plate!



BATTLE, BATTLE

Seated on cold aluminum benches
with Katie, granddaughter watching
her cousin, morning sun warms our back.
Kate's black jacket absorbs the heat.
She picks up Han Shan's poems
on my notebook. Let's write a poem,
I say to her, watching Josh at shortstop.
She says, Josh is in the on-deck circle.
Josh is up to bat. Oh, oh.
Hit by a pitch, off his helmet.
The next line is yours, Kate,
Hit the dirt, Josh, Get down, Get down.
Kate asks, How do you do that?
This is how we do it.

Grandpa
25 May 2019

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