Poetry · Writing

bottom of the ninth

your sales pitch

a curve ball off plate

swing every time;

it’s the eyes across the green

meet mine,

disarmed and the bat falls across my knees

i believe you,

ready up

a curve ball off plate,

your eyes are honest

your hands are not

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