Repair these losses, and be a blessing to us.
– Walt Whitman
Dust kicked up of a summer afternoon.
A boy grounds one straight to shortstop,
Takes off running. A wild throw high
Over first base. The boy sprints for second,
Another high wild throw into outfield.
A man, an older man, potbellied, laughing
Behind third base fence. The man waving,
Shouting. The older man still laughing,
Lighting his pipe. Both would imagine
Benny Hill’s theme if they’d ever heard
Such a song. The ball with a mind of its own,
Rolling under the left fielder’s legs to lay
Like a fossil in fescue. Tying run home,
The boy rounds third. The older man’s
Laughter, sweet incense of pipe tobacco.
The man shouting Go! Go! The ball thrown
Wild from outfield. This boy sliding home
Kicking up dust of a summer afternoon.
Harold Whit Williams is guitarist for the Austin, Texas rock band Cotton Mather. Recipient of the 2014 Mississippi Review Poetry Prize and a featured poet in the 2014 University of North Texas Kraken Reading Series, his collection, Backmasking, was winner of the 2013 Robert Phillips Poetry Chapbook Prize from Texas Review Press. His latest collection of poems, Lost in the Telling, is available from FutureCycle Press.