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POETRY
Third Base Coach
By Murray Silverstein
They don't, as a rule, stay in the box chalked out for them.
Some straddle, won't step on a line, while some, it seems,
Canít not scuff up the place, make its slow obliteration
One of their secret signs: scuff-tug-rub-hitch; but only oneIs real. They steal enemy signs, tell guys barreling
Into third whether or not to slide, and guys on third
If and when to tag. Generally players once, they go out earlyTo the box and fuss about the grass. You were one
I dreamt last night and waved my runners home.—EFQ
MURRAY SILVERSTEIN lives in Oakland, California, where he is an architect
and citizen of Athletics Nation. He is co-author of A Pattern Language
and Patterns of Home; Sixteen Rivers Press of San Francisco has
recently published his first collection of poems, Any Old Wolf.
© 2006 Murray Silverstein
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