From Eunice Irwin's latest collection of poems, this one is most cleverly written. It is probably my own favorite of these new poems. - poetheart 05/10/03
Hyperspace
Inverted Scheme
Psychedelic
Field of Dreams
Angels playing
Second base
With Warren Spahn
Their pitching Ace
Man on first
Soul on second
Devil on third
Coach - make a correction!
It's 3 and 2
With two men out
The runners are going
The batter pouts!
The Ump kicks his butt
He steps in the box
The next pitch is smok'in
It's too damn hot
But he clobbers that sucker
Lines her straight to the fence
The centerfield angel
Fades slowly - way back
The ball clears the fence
Then through a black hole
Through a time warp she flies
Then through my window!
I picked-up the ball
Examined its seams
The scuff marks were gold
The leather was creamed
I rolled the ball over
And scribed in black writ
Found an autograph with
Some curious wit
"This one's for you, pal
They once called me Babe
I now play in heaven
If you can hit - you'll be saved!"
© 2001 Eunice Irwin