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?