Sandy

When Sandy had the ball,
He stood tall on the hill:
Two-hundred-ten of power and grace
A kindly man with a fierce, dark face–
The finest model of his race!

He peered in for the sign
And rocked into his motion
The pill enclosed in his giant hand,
He stretched out wide his great wingspan,
And rolled home like the ocean.

Seven Baseball Haiku

        Endgame

The closer uncoils
The bat and fearsome batter
Become one to strike
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         Longball

The flyball skies high
In the stands, ten gloves await;
The pitcher kicks dirt

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        Swing Through

In sheer disbelief
Having swung through the fastball
He lowers his gaze

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          Batter

Pujols pounds the plate,
Lifts his club, fixes his glare
To punish mistakes

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         Pitcher

The fearsome dark gaze,
The great wingspan, the glory:
Koufax on the mound

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         Triple

The ball rattles free
A blur buzzes the bases–
Ichiro rolls on
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       Shortstop

A dancer, an imp,
A majestical pixie:
Omar wears a grin