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Issue 19

Bagatelle

Shohei-San

On a day at the ballpark.

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In Anaheim did Shohei-san
A baseball stadium decree:
Where Trout, the sacred hitter, ran
Through at-bats measureless to man
Down to a scoreless three.
Through twice five innings the fertile mound
With walks and pop-outs was girdled round;
And there were bleachers wet with beer you spill,
Where stumbled many a fan that had to pee;
And here were fanboys ancient as Rich Hill,
Entreating L.A.’s bats to “Please hurry!”

But oh! that deep romantic fastball which slanted
Down the green field athwart a leathern cover!
A savage pitch! as holy and enchanted
As e’er beneath an afternoon was haunted
By catcher wailing for his Golden Glover!
And from this at-bat, with ceaseless Redman spitting,
As if this earth in knicker pants were hitting,
A mighty foul ball momently was forced:
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or Piazza’s bat beneath the Clemens flail:


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Thomas Colbyry

Thomas Colbyry is a freelance writer.

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