Ball Park Boy
See that boy at bat
in the cardinal-red shirt
and wicked-white pants?
See how he, like a brilliant
firework, attracts attention
from all the other ordinary,
unexceptional guys out there?
See how he stands
so sure and strong?
He holds his bat
like a superhero
ready to strike!
Consumed in
power and concentration.
The pitcher holds
the baseball
but my batter
is its boss.
The pitcher lets it go.
My batter determines
its fate—let it soar!
That boy at bat,
Right now I am
a bleacher blur to him
but he will be
my boyfriend.
He is yet
to know it, though.
One day I
will be his focus
all his concentration.
He in another red shirt
and pair of pants
pressed for a party.
Praise to perfection!
I won’t wear
hot pink “Hello Kitty.”
or a brown basic braid
down my back.
I’ll be in a slight
soft-salmon shift and curls
and he will be dazzled.
Like this bright, brilliant
day of summer baseball
Our future glistens!
He’ll hold me in
his handsome hands,
soft, sure, secure and feel
how much he loves me.
He might even
say, “Marry me
and we’ll honeymoon
in Hawaii, my heart.”
How do I happen
to know this happy news?
My Magic Eight Ball says, “Yes!”
A Little Lift of Lemon Drops! 