- Nectar for the Gods at Shea
Don't apologize for wolfing down the world's worst wurst. Wash down the mustard taste with suds while the ball arcs perfectly, perfectly up into that blue field, like a great blue eye. No complaints about the seats up here in the nose-bleed section; we love watching ants making incredible catches on that green handkerchief below, as if we were gods and all this were for our pleasure.
Mary Kennan Herbert teaches literature and writing courses at colleges and universities in New York City. Originally from St. Louis, Missouri, and a childhood Cardinals fan, she now lives in Brooklyn, New York, and roots for the Mets. Seven collections of her poems have been published, and her work has appeared in many journals, including the Elysian Fields Quarterly. One of her poems is included in Line Drives, an anthology of baseball poetry published by Southern Illinois University Press (2002).