Batter Up
If baseball were life and
innings were seasons,
I'd sometimes play the Center-
a neutral spot with few extremes,
time enough for Short Stop dreams.
Don't care to be First-
it takes too much ego
Second is always forgotten.
Three is definitely, surely out
evading the Third degree.
Right is that nev--er/ne--ver land--
a place your brain goes to die.
Of all positions and spaces of Play,
I prefer to be out in Left Field.
There's no place Home.
(Always keep the ball on your eye.)
Copyright © Dave Collins | Year Posted 2022
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