Or what man is there among you, of whom if his son 

shall ask bread, will he reach him a stone? - Matthew 7: 9

 

 

No blame shall stain us now, father.

The heavy ball you hit to me is never caught, 

a floppy glove always falls from a hesitant hand. 

Mars in you still storms the makeshift diamond. 

Each base of cardboard weighted with stone 

is still our house; a bat, a ball, a mitt,
hard rules of the game mean to undo my