Make an L. Step with the opposite
foot. Turn your shoulder toward
your target. Bring your arm
across your body. Distance.
Go for distance.

Summer. A baseball game.
“Put some heat on that ball,”
my father told him: One strike
two, three. Three K’s in a row.
Inning retired. My brother,
a man in his 40’s, always
going the distance, alway feeling
the heat, never arriving, never
reaching the plate.