The Blue Glove

 

T.J. and I never had much in common,
except that we were both abused by the same teachers,
but all those back-room punishments we endured
never took away our dream of playing ball under the sun

T.J. had a pigskin glove, tanned with shoe polish
his grandfather gave him straight from the shine-box,
I had one I found abandoned in an old gym bag,
blue glove. As soon as I laid my eyes on it,
it spoke to me: different, misfit, comfortable

Thirty years later, I bump into Pedro Martinez,
ask why he uses a blue glove, Pedro smiles and says,
“I’ve always used a blue glove: different, misfit, comfortable.”

 

copyright 2008, Frank Messina

from Full Count: The Book of Mets Poetry

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