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Ed Markowski
Statistics
On
a hot Sunday
afternoon
in late July
at
Kyte Munro Field,
I
went 3 for 4
with
2 stiletto sharp singles
&
a long triple that hooked
then
warped their centerfielder's
mind
like the flag twisting
around
the pole above him,
had
4 rbi's, stole second base twice,
pitched
nine innings,
every
one a perfect goose egg,
rewarped
# 11's mind with a pitch
that
flowed like a slinky
slipping
down a spiral staircase,
then
watched in shock & disbelief
as
Jimmy Sullivan,
who
hadn't risen from the pine all year
&
whose face resembled
a
bunch of purple grapes gone to mold,
walked
away hand in hand
with
the smokey brunette
in
the candy striped dress
&
rhinestone studded black flip flops
who
stopped me cold
with
two winks & a blown kiss
during
the seventh inning stretch.
©2010 by Ed Markowski
Ed Markowski lives & writes in Auburn Hills, Michigan.
His poetry & short stories have been published both nationally
& internationally.
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