Kacy at the Bat



She changed her men
much like a power`hitter
changes his bat Reluctantly
But once she had decided
New wood! Old grips!

She never felt regret
for ones she’d shattered
swinging at a high fast`ball
If it hadn’t a`been inside
she’d have clocked it!

Nor did she apologize
for stick`um she applied
Inescapable as the pine`tar
held the hand to the shaft
released at sweet`spots

She was a base`ball fan
all`stars & hall`o`famers
in autographed photographs
accentuated by old balls
lined up on her mantle

“And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go,
And now the air is shattered by the force of Casey’s blow.” ~ Ernest Lawrence Thayer


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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4 Responses to Kacy at the Bat

  1. “stick um…pine tar…sweet spots”
    Great imagery. Makes me want to get out the old glove.


  2. oh boy – brought me right back to the Yankees/Royals game and the George Brett pine tar bat controversy – must have been more than 30 years ago


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