June 30, 2003Instructions Upon My Death
take
       my record books
       and throw them in the freezer
       for my descendants to thaw
and take
       my boring life story
       and burn it to ashes
       along with
Sammy Sosa
                     defining each
   each side
            of the plate
        with a tap of the bat
Mark McGwire
                    eyes blinking
hard
then
                    stretching wide
                                             open
to see what is coming
Rickey Henderson
                     bent over
                                        his head 
                                  following
                              the ball
                          in then
                     stopping
                     straight
                     down
                     eyes
                     peeking
back at the catcher's
glove
Barry Bonds
                 face full of
boredom and disgust
all those
ball threes
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May 28, 2003A Prayer for My Daughterin our youth, your mom and i then anyone ever a 3-2 count protect. the dawns become days a popup in the sun where am i see, fall, and you-- turning to today and may come spring you Posted at 09:12 PM by scorebard. 
	  
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May 31, 1995Magic
                            magic
   is a radioactive
                      element
                                with an imperceptible
              half-life
                      a tree
                  can be climbed
               like a long stairway
                  to mysterious
                      planets
                     circling
                      distant
                       stars
so
step up
and swing
before the call
to come in for dinner
makes the invisible runner
standing on the second base bag
become a beat-up old glove lying out in the street
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April 01, 19951994 Strike
           not even a
             hi mom
        to the ancestors.
             a tree
       forgets mother earth
           and topples
        for lack of roots.
       the glorified leaves
crumble in the dry wind.  the wood
          decays.  mom
         can only sprout
         anew, forgetting
              back
         ungrateful sons
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February 04, 1995Scar
a baseball is born
shiny and smooth
as a baby's cheek
a perfect sphere
travelling innocently
in straight lines
in time,
a single bloody scar
                wraps around
                         its body
                 and changes
          everything
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