Squeeze Play:
for Joe and Norma Jean

While mortals walked
the "Yankee Clipper" danced
in game saving catches
and record breaking streaks
moved by the gift of a "grace
under pressure" possessed
of a class that was its own
and only comparison

He played in pain
without complaining
to him it was something more
than just a game
these red roses
in a bronze vase

perfectly placed
on the line of her grave
laid down like the heart's
sweet sacrifice squeeze
of a slugger bunting
to bring the runner home
day after day

that even in failing
is still a most beautiful play


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