the baseball bat

as a child i can remember him
slipping away from the house
into the shed, then reappearing
with a hand-made baseball bat,

one of the many he crafted long
ago for a forgotten ozark team.
they all shattered or cracked
from wear, and we believed

all were lost. but after he died
we found a bag inside the shed
under years of dirt and dust,
twelve baseball bats remained.

i keep one near my desk, still
smooth with the brand burned
deep in the wood like the many
memories of him upon our minds.

3 thoughts on “the baseball bat

  1. Natalie Swift

    Such a beautifully written piece! ❤
    The line, “brand burned deep in the wood like the many memories of him upon our minds.” was especially eloquent.
    Definitely enjoyed reading this!

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