In the Batting Cage

IN THE BATTING CAGE

by Lynne McMahon


Though the once seen, now unseen, may drop away
         and hitter and spectator sigh,
         complaining that the light distorts
the arc of flight, the blinking electric eye that says
the mechanism upthrusting its miraculous arm
         disarms even the most alert --
         it's meant to hurt your pride --
you nevertheless take the plate
and set the dial at Triple-A.

Did he play? the teenaged boy with batting glove
         and sponsored gear wanted to know,
         which made my day, or night, I should say,
as the batting cage became a holy place, draperies
of wire mesh swooping down in graceful folds
         to net and return each ball you hit,
         no misses out of thirty thrown,
as the banks of sulfur lights came on
and the kid high-fived you and took your place.



Lynne McMahon is a professor of English at the University of Missouri. Her third book of poems, All Quail to the Wallowing,will be published next year.

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Lynne McMahon is a professor of English at the University of Missouri at Columbia. Her third book of poems, The House of Entertaining Science, was published last year.

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