by Paul Hostovsky
I’m rooting for gray.
Because there’s too much
black or white in the world.
Too much win or lose.
And much too much
rain or shine. Go gray!
Give me a gray day
with a very fine rain–
more like a mist
coming at the bottom
of the 4th, deepening the colors,
darkening the greens
and browns of earth,
the shoulders and backs
of the chattering infield–
rain, like baseball chatter itself,
that undying optimism,
then maybe a little sun
peeking through at the top
of the 9th. Or maybe not.
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oh, how evocative this poem is….at the same time bringing back many memories of baseball games played on just such a day in just such a way. thank you for writing and sharing it!