You were a cigar, a dugout star, the big win until the boom.
Give it a ride, kid. See one you like and
give it a ride. We rode in the bed
of the Hemi on a summer day until boom. The blast that
struck you out forever. Then there was nothing,
no more Yankee games, big trucks and lineups. No more Dairy Queen, the softball dream you saved me for. No more
pleading from third’s corner, screaming Swing, swing, kid! Swing! Or the jean shorts with your belly flopped over the waist, gap teeth. No more cap
to cover the bald spot that stole your hair. Just Boom! Just like
three on, two down, one to go…wheel kid, wheel!
One boom!
and you’re out. Like a ride over the field, past the fence, into
the street. Like a trip around the bases, dispute with the referee like
boom. In the park
at the picnic table, face boom! down.
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