Calmly,
He addresses the plate.
He shifts his weight,
he starts the rhythm,
he sways rhythmically,
his bat keeping time.
The ball soars toward the plate . . .
with fluid movement
he swings the bat.
There is contact!
Craaack!!!
The ball takes flight;
he pauses,
enjoying the moment.
Then he takes a little stroll
around the bases.
Jr. does it again! Home Run number
352.
No fist pumping, no gloating,
no macho salute.
Pure poetry,
in his stance, in his swing,
Poetry In Motion!
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