The End of Baseball Season

by John P. Kristofco

…when we add up all the numbers,
shut the lights, shutter the concession stands,
set behind like years,
people who have come and gone,
seasons we’ve forgotten
though once they stirred our hearts,
quiet now like baselines, bleachers,
segments of our souls subtracted,
risen up like smolder from the fire
in a passing sky
conceded to the sun,
these games we play,
imperfect bounce of ball,
swings and misses,
leaping catches at the wall,
victories, defeats;
even where the winners stood
is silent now and waiting
for the turning world and us
to roll around and bring
the glow of “play ball” light again


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