His Sport

Ask ye I, Shame
What is it you want of sport with me

A story to tell
This cloddish girl

Oh! How she fell for parallel universe truths

A jovial tale
Where thee, with all thy dark proclivities
Shouldst mute and suffocate her good heart?

Baseball

I don’t want to live this yet, Springtime

For, every time the birds and bees and all manner of creatures and things -good sports and bad- migrate back

There’s the media storm, the tough talk, the hype, the great expectations placed in the wrongest of wrong places

So I will close my eyes and wait, Springtime