She is the ball
About the park she flies

Hit on the ground
Popped in the air
Muzzled in a mit
Spit on
Stoked long for all the bases

But as the ball
She sees the players

This one can hurt me
He's big and unyielding
This one will swing and miss
I am safe

But as the ball
In the field of play
Looking into the dugout
I see the players on the bench

Some wanting so badly to have a chance
Just to hear strike one
Just to fear a full count
Just to hear their name announced

I see one now
Confident but scared shitless
Black smugdes under his eyes
Spiting nervously
A wad of bazooka working his jaws

And he sees me
In the hands of others
Being passed around
Hit and dropped
And wishes

His jersey reads SONG
His number: 51
He is on deck
And waiting.

.....

Written by Nancy Imelda Schafer
1:45 AM EDT
May 7, 1997
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