Seventh Inning Stretch

Lady Di
while I
was at
a baseball game.

The news scrolled
up on the scoreboard
and instead of the chicken dance
we gasped
louder than
white globe
stitched in red
out of its own skin
out of the park.

I was 27
and finally
finding myself
braving strikes
of my own,
arriving home.




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10 Responses to Seventh Inning Stretch

  1. Ruth says:

    {gasp} oh my, this is spare and hits hard! I love how your poem stayed with the baseball metaphor, and glad you at least got home safe…

  2. Shawna says:

    I love the last stanza (and I don’t mean the very last one consisting of only one word). Such a great metaphor with all the baseball references:
    “I was 27
    and finally
    finding myself
    braving strikes”

  3. Shawna says:

    When I once gave a flip about baseball, the Braves were my favorite team.

  4. This is truly a captivating piece, emotionally, reigns us right in to where you were then. Well done!

  5. irene says:

    The poem has a nice trajectory!

  6. Laurie Kolp says:

    You know, I was just thinking the other day how the day Di died is a one I’ll never forget. I was visiting a friend in the hospital when I heard the news.

  7. Amazing, De, you hit another one — out of the park! Nicely done, lady! šŸ™‚

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