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 -
and baseball
caps, salty socks
and watermelon
grins - the glistenings
of summer.

The pitcher bows,
bat ripples, white ball
bounces into the
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
which spill
like beautiful tears
over this city.

Previously published in A Verse Map of Vancouver

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