Beyond a Game

The sport of baseball/Michele Bedigian

it is a white ball against

a sky so blue it hurts your eyes

it is thick grass, so perfectly green

day fading into evening

as cheers fade to silence

soft moonlight on an empty park

full of promise with morning light

crack of a bat, the graceful arc

flies over the wall

little white thing, focus of all eyes.

it is breathing hard in soft evening air

running the perfect white line

to reach a base

unending promise, untapped possibility

beyond baseball, beyond a game

it is beauty.


Poetry titled: Beyond a Game, by Jewel W.©2003

Reportage by Michele Bedigian (medium: watercolor and colored pencil)

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