The Brewster

Posted: **Wed Mar 11, 2020 1:42 pm**

Offseason
by David "Horrible" Simpson

Staring passed me
eyes dark above his glove
he nods
and the world starts
-- as I wait

Shifting his stance
cleats soft over rubber
he rocks
and the world floats
-- as I wait

Lifting his leg
hands tight within leather
he holds
and the world leans
-- as I wait

Drawing apart
the ball swept behind him
he drives
and the world opens
-- as I wait

Spinning in air
moments slowed in my mind
I fire
and the world cracks
-- as I wake

Posted: **Wed Mar 11, 2020 1:54 pm**

Wow! If only the world could've cracked during his playoff at-bats …

Seriously, though, nice poem. You build a nice feeling of tension with waiting … waiting … and then the release at the end. Cool.

Posted: **Wed Mar 11, 2020 2:00 pm**

HoosierVic wrote: ↑
Wed Mar 11, 2020 1:54 pm
If only the world could've cracked during his playoff at-bats …

Ouch... that will be his next poem...

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