Down One at The Nat

Through these windows
comes the breath of the world

- from “Ode to Sadness” by Pablo Neruda



The ballpark shines,
this blue world an ode
to Neruda’s odes -
newsprint
and baseball
caps, salty socks
and watermelon
grins - the glistenings
of summer.

The pitcher bows,
bat ripples, white ball
bounces into the
artichoke-
green outfield, nestles
in its gloved heart.

The red earth before
second base springs
up, dugouts clear -
the finely ironed
infield trampled
under glinting spikes.

We stand as one,
wave in the breeze,
spit black
watermelon-seed
words
which spill
like beautiful tears
over this city.





Previously published in A Verse Map of Vancouver

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