-->Back to Current Issue

BASEBALL POETRY

Riverview Park Baseball Diamond December 25, 1998
By Scott A. Winkler

 

The crow roams the hole between short and third,
  picks up and puts down his scaly feet
  between snow patches that crust over the dirt skin.
He peers toward the plate
  and squints a black marble-eyed challenge
  to a ghost only he sees–
  a batter who knocks snow from his cleats
  with a phantom white ash club.
"Come on," the crow's voice cracks, "you can't hit one past me."
 
His weight shifts from foot to foot,
  his wings, feathers spread, skim the ground–
  black on white under winter's blue sky–
  and he crouches,
  waiting for April.
–EFQ  


SCOTT A. WINKLER teaches American literature and writing courses at West High School in Green Bay, Wisconsin. He roots for the Milwaukee Brewers.

© 2000 Scott A. Winkler

BACK TO TOP


In the Batter's BoxBring Us HomeOn the NewsstandSample an Issue
Submit a storyTell a FriendAdvertise with usOur First at batPrivacy Statement


© 1999 - 2006 Elysian Fields Quarterly Web Master Dahlke Designs