This is a baseball poem by one of my best writer friends and favorite poets, Gerry Locklin, out in Long Beach CA. It's not my very favorite piece of his, but it's clean and crisp, reads well, sounds good, and while Gerry looks frail compared to the old days, his voice still rings true and strong. Call me biased (I am), but I love Locklin's conversational style and I'm proud to call him a friend.
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