Pop Fly

These poems all appeared in one of my trifold flyers, titled “Pop Fly,” in 1998. Each of these haiku have been published in various journals. Many also appeared in the baseball haiku issue of Fan Magazine (1998), and the first poem has been read at the Baseball Hall of Fame in Cooperstown, New York (2001). Some of my baseball haiku also appear in Cor van den Heuvel’s Baseball Haiku (New York: Norton, 2007). I agree with Cor that baseball and haiku were made for each other. See also my “Taking the Field” rengay with Christopher Herold.



birthday picnic—

grandma’s throw

half way to the toddler



cows in the outfield—

country little leaguers

waiting in the rain



home from work—

a scuffed baseball

among shards of glass



tailgate party—

playing catch

with an empty bottle



in the upper bleacher

a stranger waves

at another stranger



base hit—

the outfielder’s

four shadows



runner off first     the pitcher’s tight jaw



seventh-inning stretch


on the catcher’s knees



pop fly     sound of clapping chairs



first drops of rain—

    puffs of dust

rise from the infield



rolling down the ballpark steps

         a paper bag

         the shape of a bottle



last out—

my candy bar wrapper

falls under the seat