VINTAGE BASEBALL

A baseball flies from your palm.
I see you pirouette,
with graceful motions.

Mixing Balanchine and Baseball
and memories of Ballantine.

White, red and black colors
swirl in your movements.

The ball goes I know not where.
No matter.
The matter is in the act,
the performance,
the “Ballet of Baseball.”

This, this sport, this thing,
this Baseball.

©TPuma/MMXII