Henry Street Art and Ball

boys have grown into men
mothers turned into wives
as mostly middle-aged baseball players
run onto the Henry street
field and their
counter parts find space on
the pine planked stands

we set up tents beyond the caged
perimeter of the outfield
under the trees and by a summer creek
tired
of being a spring river

by 11am the game picks up
both on the field
and outside the foul line
wives sit on benches
and wives sit under tents
husbands play ball
and a few husbands showcase
their art

with every crack of the ball
conversation behind the
plate and in the park
takes pause to look up
listening for bombardment from
the trees or a clang
against the
fence

winning and losing on the field
buying and selling in the park
and an overall showcase of your talent
depends on how you play the
game and draw the crowd under your spell

today
art and baseball come together
yet somehow seem as though
they always were
it simply depends on how you play
your game.