This poem is on page 56 of my book, Lines of Flight (Able Muse Press, 2011).
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Bottom of the Ninth
Mid-afternoon, church over, Dad and I
settled in the living room to read
the Sunday paper with its stout supply
of inserts. He supposed (and I agreed)
there’d be no war— advisers would advise,
Nixon would trounce Kennedy, of course
Luthuli’d never win the Nobel Prize.
With Mazeroski’s brilliant tour de force
undreamed of, weeks away, Dad coolly aced
the crossword, as I scanned the comic strips,
the fashion pages and the book reviews.
In time, this confidence would prove misplaced,
as often happens with apprenticeships.
We were so sure our Yankees couldn’t lose.
And yes, the Yanks lost in 1960. And in 1975.