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Poetry · Volume 21, Number 2

Against Seven-Inning Doubleheaders and Starting Runners on Second Base in Extra Innings in Major League Baseball

When the infielders were tired,

they just dropped their heads,

one after another, in dust

plumes along the basepaths,

and big innings occurred,

stroked singles followed

each other into the dusk,

infinite batsmen moved

through their stations.

The sky turned from purple

to velvet, then a glamour

of stars. Ballcaps became

curtains, the fielders sighed

and woke up again, eyes

raised into the ready position.

The diamond itself is a galaxy,

the teams orbiting one another.

Part of the bargain is

the never-ending.