Baseball with Birds – a poem by Casie Dodd

Baseball with Birds

Tom Merton saw fresh deserts where
most people only sit and stare.
He listened through the surge of blue
that would have threatened to undo
       most men.

But did he ever see the sun
where Clark meets lonely Addison?
Did he try to catch the birds that
hovered over first or third, wet

from Michigan’s half-frozen spray?
Kentucky was too far away.

Casie Dodd lives in Arkansas with her husband and two children. Her writing has appeared in Fare Forward, Ekstasis, Front Porch Republic, and other journals. She is the Founder and Editor of Belle Point Press, a new small press celebrating the literary culture of the American Mid-South.

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