Tonight’s Swing
Griping my bat
Longing for contact
Stirring up some dust.
Taking position.
Exhaling rushing nerves.
Focus.
The ball of expectations.
A serge of power
A prayer.
Momentary bliss.
Until I reach first base.
To be met with a tag.
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Nooooo! The anticipation in this poem! Gah. Gets me.
Believe me when my feet didn’t carry me yesterday fast enough across the plate a big “Nooooo!” Came out of my mouth too.