Poetry Porch: Poetry


by John Hildebilde

The Powers That Be ruled the girls play softball, not baseball. But we fielded a pretty fair team, peppy, some thump in the middle of the order. Mostly I stayed out of the way, shouted silly encouragement. My center fielder, a kid with an eye for the game, waved me over to the bench one sunny afternoon. “Coach, I’ve got a question.” I prepared myself to play Stengel. “Yeah? What?” “What’s the best cure for fat thighs?”

Copyright © 2007 by John Hildebidle.