Tonight's Poet Corner: Orange and Black

Orange and Black

by Belinda Roddie

This early summer in May inspires

me to roam further down the bay,

to where the blatant advertisement for

Coca Cola glows green. To don my

cap with the proper insignia and watch

the boys pitch and hit and lob and swing

and bring the victory home while I eat

overpriced nachos and drink even more

overpriced booze. Because the sun bakes

our brains and makes us crave

entertainment, and what better thing

to cheer for in the heat than a spiraling

baseball sent as far away as possible -

past the roaring fans, past the boats

bobbing for a hopeful catch, past the

green waters into the deep end

where the bridges hum under the weight

of traffic and the day grows sticky

with orange and black enthusiasm?