Poems by Barry Peters
The Art of Shortstop Ozzie Smith times his leap, makes the catch at the top of his glove. My father says ice cream cone—a vanilla scoop of baseball above the leather, my first metaphor. I see it clearly, unlike the line drive soaring toward me at practice the next day. I want to replicate the […]
That’s a Jimmy Connors
My childhood sports dream was, don’t laugh, pogo sticking. I didn’t know if it was a sport, but I believed I could make it one. Practicing day and night, I could become a master of pogo sticking. I’d jump higher, farther, faster, and longer than anyone had ever done before. I’d set records, break my […]