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A Poem by Cat

It was a chivalrous twilight.

Kind to it's inhabitants, generous in it's endeavors.

The ballpark was lit with anticipation, breaking at the seams with Summer's evening lovers and the forgotten heroes of that high school boy who almost made it.

Peanut shells busted under my sticky sneakers, but I didn't mind.

I climbed the flights to reside in the glossy seat at the corner of poor foul's and gnats, I didn't mind that either.

I peered around the stadium searching so intently for someone I had yet to meet.

I only found familiar faces.

Explosions burst the purple, milky sky.

Those faces, illuminated with gold dust and wide eyes, flashed in. And out. Black, and hot white.

I suddenly felt despairing. Their countenance looked aghast.

They burned at the roar of the celebration, They gushed with graces at the home run, but never stretched at the seventh inning.

The spark that lasted only moments gave a sparkly sensation in me, but just as quickly, the afterglow returned to mask the stands with cold heat.

I never understood the Fireworks after a ball game.

© 2015 Cat

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Justin Carr

Jacob Erin-ciliberto is correct, the righteous game of baseball has been tainted by evil spirits. I remember when we went to that Minnesota VIkings baseball game together, and were affronted by Ernie Harwell's evil spirit.

God bless.

Posted 9 Years Ago

9 Years Ago

Ah yes, a chilling memory. I almost have goose pimples! Thank you for the review. Indeed God bless.

jacob erin-cilberto

i know, the pure game of baseball has been so tainted with antics that have nothing to really do with baseball...my favorite baseball announcer of all time was Ernie Harwell...the best....and i am so much older and was lucky to live in NY in the fifties with the Yanks, Giants and Dodgers all there...i still love Vince Scully....second best ever...and still going strong...and then the Yanks had Mel Allen...it was such a great game back in that era...

no steroids...players stayed with teams for many years...we identified players with the cities.

love baseball...and really like this poem, although it makes me sad....so many at the park these days aren't even watching the game...they come with their cell phones and spend the entire game texting of talking to people who aren't there...and they miss most of what is going on...except the fireworks.