Monday, March 12, 2012

The Pitcher

Rob Zastryzny photo
  His art is eccentricity, his aim
  How not to hit the mark he seems to aim at,

  His passion how to avoid the obvious,
  His technique how to vary the avoidance.

  The others throw to be comprehended. He
  Throws to be a moment misunderstood.

  Yet not too much. Not errant, arrant, wild,
  But every seeming aberration willed.

  Not to, yet still, still to communicate
  Making the batter understand too late.

 - Robert Francis, Baseball Poetry

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