game six

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