MLBeat

16

Hasn’t anyone invented lights yet?
Game called
On account of darkness.


17

I want to play forever—
But with cream and sugar in my coffee,
One must go.


18

Whatever it takes
To help this team win—
Deferred compensation.


19

Naked in Birmingham
And I can’t throw anymore?
The grit of rosin on my fingers.


20

Ah, sitting in the dark
Listening to baseball—
Reminds me of childhood.

Labels: haiku

// posted by J Rand @ 7:19 AM