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The Little Review

Poem for Thursday and Huntley Turtles

Analysis of Baseball
By May Swenson

It's about
the ball,
the bat,
and the mitt.
Ball hits
bat, or it
hits mitt.
Bat doesn't
hit ball, bat
meets it.
Ball bounces
off bat, flies
air, or thuds
ground (dud)
or it
fits mitt.

Bat waits
for ball
to mate.
Ball hates
to take bat's
bait. Ball
flirts, bat's
late, don't
keep the date.
Ball goes in
(thwack) to mitt,
and goes out
(thwack) back
to mitt.

Ball fits
mitt, but
not all
the time.
ball gets hit
(pow) when bat
meets it,
and sails
to a place
where mitt
has to quit
in disgrace.
That's about
the bases
about 40,000
fans exploded.

It's about
the ball,
the bat,
the mitt,
the bases
and the fans.
It's done
on a diamond,
and for fun.
It's about
home, and it's
about run.


The remnants of Hurricane Patricia moved over us for 24 hours here, so it was a dark, gloomy day with periods of pouring rain. Paul was working from home, so in the afternoon we watched Trainwreck, which I was surprised at how much I liked -- I love Amy Schumer as a public figure, but sometimes her comedy makes me cringe, especially her racially based stuff (I know she says that her intentions is to parody racist girls but the line gets really thin and it doesn't feel so sex-positive).

Karen asked if I wanted to meet her for dinner, so since I begged not to have to drive far in the rain, we met at the mall and had Blaze Pizza and a bit of shopping. I got home for Arrow (reasonably entertaining) and Nashville (OMG everyone is eleven, which is easiest to forgive in the actual eleven-year-old, but as usual Scarlett's singing redeemed the episode), both watched around the Mets-Royals game. Snapping turtles spotted last time we were at Huntley Meadows, in August:


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