11 Oct 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, No Comments.

Poem 071 He watched her moves

He watched her moves, followed her rounds, from one park to another, he made his move, standing his ground, with an offer like no other.  She’d be the one, starting each day, yea, he could give her fame
showed her how fun, when in control of the play, as long as she showed up each game

He showed her his park and told her his plans, told her of glory, with diamond in hand
someday in the future, they’d be the team, making all her reality, seem like a dream

She made her pitches, ball after ball, time he would never quite yield
in each follow through, while her back was still turned, he was still playing the field

She waited not knowing, still questioning when but the reply was still later, she sat down once again
with splinters in hand, she searched through for reasons, wondering why, she was benched for the season

One night in the rain, she cried out for the score, he held up his hand, she was down one to four
and if she disagreed, she could protest the call but there was no guarantees, she could win them at all

They spent time in taking, exchanging their words but he kept on balking and she dodging curves
then she got hot, with heat there belt high, he was caught looking, just questioning why
he tried to defend but missed with all four, she and the diamond, walked, walked right out the door.