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Michael Ceraolo

The Base-Stealer Reprised

Just like in Robert Francis' poem
he was dancing back and forth on the tightrope.
though this time the scene was off third base
The pitcher looked right at him:
no surreptitious peeking over the shoulder,
arrogant in his contempt for him
at the same time oblivious of the possibilities,
winding up on every pitch
finally having his windup well-timed,
the base-stealer pulls the remotest possibility out of thin air,
taking off for home with two strikes on the batter
The pitcher catches sight of him in the corner of his eye,
and the information is too much to process;
having only to throw a strike he flubs up
and the base-stealer slides home safely
on the called ball
Composure having deserted him when most needed
the batter hits a home-run on the next pitch,
another run scores in the inning
And the game is won and lost right there

©2005 by Michael Ceraolo

Michael Ceraolo is a fortysomething civil servant/poet trying to overcome a middle class upbringing. Has had numerous poems published in numerous publications, and is also the author of the forthcoming book-length poem Euclid Creek: A Journey (Deep Cleveland Press).

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