lenten journal

lenten journal: spring training

Milton Brasher-Cunningham

02 Mar 2021 — 1 min read

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Spring training games started this week. I turned on the Red Sox and saw a whole roster full of names I didn’t know. Most of my favorite players over the past few years are gone for one reason or another. Thank goodness baseball and poetry (and spring) all go well together.

spring training

the ground is still frozen at Fenway but they’re swinging for the fences in Florida

I recognize the front of the jerseys but their shoulders carry strange surnames

asking me to believe once again that anything is possible chances are that

my heart will break like a curveball come autumn but this is not then

it is hope season uncertainty is in the air anything can happen nothing stays the same

the crack of the bat creates possibilities no matter who swings it’s too much to say

they’re practicing resurrection but it is about new life for as long as it lasts

about making errors and going home making room for new names to love

Peace, Milton

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