Division Series, Day 2

Outs are interrupted by your team’s turn
To hit. Momentum rarely gets to count
Past three. When it does, silently we learn
How many in a row, hiss the amount

Under our breaths, if it is all the same
Within a row, whisper around the streak.
Easier to break it up, game to game,
A few here and a few their through the week.

And then from time to time there is a rush
Of hits. Outs interject, but can’t keep pace–
The squib, the liner, homer, drag bunt, crush
Hit where they ain’t. They do not know their place.

Pitch fast, hit slowly; it sets up a rout.
Time skips and drags, and yet will balance out.


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