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