Baseball and Fireflies

The crack of the bat

The announcers boring voice,

‘’A single blooper to left field!’’

The look on my father’s face…

Ecstasy.

The transistor radio on the table beside him

Next to a half pack of Camels

And a beer that was already going flat.

I chased the fireflies across the yard

As he listened on the edge of an old metal chair chair.

Waiting, praying for something to happen.

As I ran across the endless yard

He would swear, and kick with his feet

For disappointment came quite easy…

In a team so easy to beat.

The jar that I clutched tightly

Glowed in sweet delight…

For I remember all to well

Of baseball, and fireflies in flight.

Antony King 2018