An Uninformed Baseball Metaphor

Walking home from work,

I pass a bonfire in a front yard.

Smoke coming out of the top


like the hands of a stadium crowd,

mid-celebration.  Five people surround

the fire like five fingers grasping


at a cheddar cheese popcorn ball.

The tabs on the beers pop and someone’s

head pops up from fire to say hello.


“Hello,” I say, “That sure looks warm.”

I walk on and I hear someone say,

“We’ve got plenty of fire.”


I’m half a block away when it

hits me like a launch from a t-shirt cannon

into the back of my head.


Plenty of fire and me with

cigarettes but no lighter. I walk back

and find someone has wandered


away, but everyone left looks over

at me like I am a pop up, soaring

and landing, just barely, in left field.



Filed under Poetry

2 responses to “An Uninformed Baseball Metaphor

  1. Well written. Keep it up. Got a perfect place to lit your cigarette though…..

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