an empty Coke cup
rolls back and forth
in the breeze
a white napkin
tumbles end over end
catches in the fence and hangs on
salted-in-the-shell peanut hulls
lay empty in the cement walkways
between the bleachers
tier after tier after tier
going back up to the blue rafters
and over behind third base
behind the white fence
behind the Don Hattan Chevrolet sign
by the Rock Island tracks
a skinny black boy
searches for
the last
Chamblis foul