30 Poems in 30 Days

30 Poems in 30 Days
A Project for National Poetry Writing Month

Saturday, April 7, 2012

Day 5 A Poem about Baseball in Honor of Opening Day

 Braves' Game

I can’t remember the first time I let a boy feel me up.
I want to believe it happened one night in the park,
after the Fourth of July fireworks, that we slipped away
from the crowd to make out in the dugout and ended up
on the ball field under smoky moonlight, got all
literal, that first base happened on first base,
second on second, etc.

The men I like these days, men of a certain age, love baseball.
Even in the steroidal, free-agent, money-ball now, the thwack of the bat
is a thrill, the seventh inning stretch suggestive.  These old boys
of summer, soft in more places, still drink their pale American
beer with gusto, and wink at me across the heads of their grandkids
when our guy rounds third and heads home.