Sijo - Baseball

April 1, 2010
By , Hartland, WI
He gets the sign; I grasp my glove tight, and wait for the sound.
There’s a loud crack, the ball sail up, into the night sky; I turn and run, towards the open field.
Nearly there, the ball is dying, I lounge forward. Do I catch it?

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