
Batting in the Clutch
yell to me, don’t wallow in silence
pretend it’s the bottom of the ninth inning
you thrive upon the razor’s edge at live sports
and when I hear your banshee’s scream
it makes me forget the in-and-out whirs upon your pillow
come on, darling, rise up,
it’s bases loaded, one out, the home team’s down a run
I’m on third and coach is telling me to get a good lead
tear it down the baseline, fair side
and walk one off, baby
high five me at home plate
and pogo to victory like we just made the playoffs
–Ray Van Horn, Jr.

Great poem, Ray!
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I appreciate you!
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