The Conversation Between the Catcher and the Pitcher

Diving for the ball, Balling into a dust- Orange roll, The catcher tossed it back to the pitcher After a ball three, and walked up to him. The descent of the night's sky Made the ballfield lights a sudden relevance. The catcher's cleats hit the ascending tip of the diamond. He threw back his mask: "You got this." "I know I got this." "Just throw how you normally throw." "I know. I will. I know." "You know what to do. Let's do this." "I got this. I got this." Then something was said From the catcher to the pitcher Not even the poet's ears were privy to. Anyway, Catcher ran back Behind the diamond And squatted, throwing out His target glove with a deft pause So not to tip the batter off. The next pitch was a swinging strike High up in the zone. The pitch after that was a home run Caught by a nun Out on Yawkey Way. Oh well, there's always the next day. By the way, She blessed the ball And gave it away.