Poem about the strangest
Baseball game in prison yard.
One pitcher throwing to all battters
Both teams.
Until nine innings exhausted
And all batters bested.
This pitcher, name’s Simon
Black man with attitude
And the keenest eye.
Nimblest throwing arm.
He remembers tendencies
Of batters for
Next time around.
They hate him for it.
Spectators hate him as well.
Coupla reasons
But mostly they just
Wanna see freedom and hope
If a white fastball makes it
Over the grey impervious Wall.
To the Town.
Where shoppers cavort.
Kids play pranks.
River offers some good fishing.
Lovers entangle themselves.
And still can blush.
High school offers modest scholarship
Opportunities for better place
Better chance.
And inmates must count their days
On a whiteboard.
Oh and yes Simon won the Day.
Tremendous stamina and focus.
But hardly anybody wants to remember.
Except maybe Parker.
The back catcher who
Stared it all down.
Simon
Died in lockup at age 24
Convicted of armed robbery
Single Afro American.
Baseball enthusiast.
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