(To one day be inscribed on the walls of AT&T...)

“All Along the Light Towers”

And so if myths are made of swords and shields,
then bats and bases must be the domain of lesser
fields? A mistake made only among the uninitiated...

After an afternoon at this yard, one tiny hand in Dad’s
and shimmering yellow sun peeking through the other,
grass gleaming Kentucky green, sky revealing Sunday
blue, bridge and bottle and mitt in view, towers rising
over September ships and red bricks and windy bay,

As twenty-four palm trees sway over Mr. Mays in the
balmy lavender ballpark evening, the fates of young
Jacks and Janes, warm breath bated, may very well
be sealed (by Lou too), orange and black backpacks
bounding in happy morning step on the way to school.