Pop Fly

These poems all appeared in one of my trifold flyers, titled “Pop Fly,” in 1998. Each of these haiku have been published in various journals. Many also appeared in the baseball haiku issue of Fan Magazine (1998), and the first poem has been read at the Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown, New York (2001). Some of my baseball haiku also appear in Cor van den Heuvel’s Baseball Haiku (New York: Norton, 2007). I agree with Cor that baseball and haiku were made for each other. See also my “Taking the Field” rengay with Christopher Herold.

 

 

birthday picnic—

grandma’s throw

half way to the toddler

 

 

cows in the outfield—

country little leaguers

waiting in the rain

 

 

home from work—

a scuffed baseball

among shards of glass

 

 

tailgate party—

playing catch

with an empty bottle

 

 

in the upper bleacher

a stranger waves

at another stranger

 

 

base hit—

the outfielder’s

four shadows

 

 

runner off first     the pitcher’s tight jaw

 

 

seventh-inning stretch

                 dust

on the catcher’s knees

 

 

pop fly     sound of clapping chairs

 

 

first drops of rain—

    puffs of dust

rise from the infield

 

 

rolling down the ballpark steps

         a paper bag

         the shape of a bottle

 

 

last out—

my candy bar wrapper

falls under the seat