Baseball Distance

Posted on August 19, 2020 by Joanna M. Weston

The stands have virtual sound, virtual hot-dogs, and the game goes on
with runners at bat, everyone on the field …

BASEBALL DISTANCE                                 

the stands are full
of ghosts
the lingering smell
of stale hot dogs
and forgotten cheers

the bowler
sends a forkball
down the line
the base-runner
leans forward
right fielder leaps
shortstop lags
and a spectral
home run curls
over the stands

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my scans - after 18 112 coverTo Bethlehem: ‘This little book is delightful, full of … poems on this timeless subject. … the most fun is the little prose vignettes of the common people in the Christ-child story. The slave who looks after the wise men’s camels, or the overworked maid at the inn who has to fetch water for the birth, and many more. A lovely gift for the reader on your Christmas list!’ Rosalind Adams. Available from Amazon and Kindle.

About Joanna M. Weston

Born in England, she lives in British Columbia. She is married with three sons, Joanna has an MA from the University of British Columbia. She has published in numerous anthologies and in magazines in Canada, the US, UK, and New Zealand, such as Canadian Women's Studies, Convolvus, Endless Mountains Review, Grain, Green's Magazine, Prairie Fire, Spin, Wascana Review, CBC Gallery, and many more...
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1 Response to Baseball Distance

  1. Louisa says:
    August 20, 2020 at 2:23 pm

    Virtual baseball : ) and that’s where imaginations comes in.
    Thank you for starting mine this afternoon, Joanna
    🙂

    Reply

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