- Loud Outs
No one lofts a loud out to the left field
fencing with its ads for Meacham's Auto
and McClintock Paints. There's no bravado
at the plate at all. No southpaw deals
his slider for a strike no one appeals,
since no one lent the anthem her vibrato.
This afternoon the high, off-tune legato
in the stands was only wind on steel.
But even though the team's due back in town
tomorrow evening, though a storm is spinning [End Page 366]
this way now, and though the world's beginning
to dissolve in dust purled off the mound,
a patience rallies as the dark spills down
another rapture into extra innings. [End Page 367]
george david clark's first book, Reveille, won the 2015 Miller Williams Poetry Prize. His new work can be found in AGNI, The Georgia Review, and The Hopkins Review. He edits 32 Poems and lives with his wife and their four young children in Washington, Pennsylvania.