Listening To Baseball In The Nevada Desert Poem
By Max Reif
You know the joy
of scanning radio stations
while driving a vast,
uninhabited area at night,
picking up faraway voices
talking only to you…
I just tuned into
a baseball game somewhere,
the crack of a bat,
the cheers of a crowd,
an announcer’s voice
drunk on the game —
‘the ball drops in for a hit! ‘ —
like Harry Caray
all those years in St. Louis,
bringing me on radio wings
the news that really mattered,
the news only poets
can deliver today
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