LeRoy Neiman
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He stands
in the batters`box
making himself small
muscles ligaments
coiled tight
His eyes
still as an alley`cat’s
locked upon her victim
focus on the seams
of the ball
The lumber
bound to his hands
by pine`tar part of him
the mere extension
of torso
His mind
clear of distraction
aware of nothing at all
other than the ball
spinning
He lives
for but this moment
crack`of`barrel`on`ball
as blindly he rounds
the bases
“Somebody once asked me if I ever went up to the plate
trying to hit a home run. I said, ‘Sure, every time.’ ~ Mickey Mantle
