hitters rallying around the walked ortiz.
pelting another out to green outfields...
to load the bases.
ending an inning into an era's pith
save lackey, loose with each pitch
rounding in fatherland
six nothing. halfway.
flying to right, into the sixth.
skies into center.
grounder so quick to second
easily to first to out two.
strike out.
for a family who watched
buckner, shouting mad.
i miss you.
to an anew reach to family
chants, fresh, reaching right with ease
two strikes, check
two outs, check. hit flared
a runner through second to third.
six, one. 10:36
bases filling up to lift lackey
off the mound to god bless america!
and
breezing out with the bottoming
of the eighth, inhaling
a red sox fan
before my team was born
i don't know the history
cracking away champions
