I CAUGHT THE BALL
I caught the ball you threw, with one hand,
as gallantly as if I was a ringer - someone as bold
and beautiful as a Willy Mays or a Cecil Fielder.
Funny names, I always thought - as if a man, caught and
stretched between two poles, took on the attributes of
what he did by ascribing a quality to the name he wore.
Carlos May. Moose Skowren. Whomever.
I caught the ball - it is said - with 'elan'.
A word that sounds vaguely African in origin,
to me, though it's not. Ibex of the Mountain, at the
Baobab Tree. Get where I'm headed with this idea?
If you do, you can take it from me.
I caught the ball you threw, with one hand,
as gallantly as if I was a ringer - someone as bold
and beautiful as a Willy Mays or a Cecil Fielder.
Funny names, I always thought - as if a man, caught and
stretched between two poles, took on the attributes of
what he did by ascribing a quality to the name he wore.
Carlos May. Moose Skowren. Whomever.
I caught the ball - it is said - with 'elan'.
A word that sounds vaguely African in origin,
to me, though it's not. Ibex of the Mountain, at the
Baobab Tree. Get where I'm headed with this idea?
If you do, you can take it from me.
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