The cold outside
matches the frost
in your voice
and you have
thrown everything
from stormy harangues
to icy silences
so I’m off
to spring training
catchers report early
THE POETRY OF THE GAME
THE POETRY OF THE GAME
The cold outside
matches the frost
in your voice
and you have
thrown everything
from stormy harangues
to icy silences
so I’m off
to spring training
catchers report early