Sacrifice Bunt
          By Lucy Jacobs

        You hold the bat at eye level,
 knees bent, get down to meet the ball,
      preparing to give yourself up
          for the common good.
 Your bat is an extension of your body,
     the idea being to catch the ball
            with all you have.
     Someone is depending on you
to move him along, a vulnerable friend,
 the kind of guy who wonders in sweat
     WHAT AM I DOING HERE.
A limbo of wind comes off the mound,
        nothing but a tiny marble
        small enough for a navel.
  Squared, you have given yourself away,
    each rotation of the ball saying
         NO PLACE TO HIDE
               NO PLACE
                   NO
                    O
       You can’t think about it,
          about popping it up.
Suddenly it’s on the ground he’s safe,
  you’re out, he’s in scoring position,
 you’re on the bench, you’ve left it up
      to the next guy, the reader.

Sacrifice bunt

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    Sacrifice Bunt By Lucy Jacobs You hold the bat at eye level, knees bent, get down to meet the ball, preparing to give yourself up for the common good. Your bat is an extension of your body, the idea being to catch the ball with all you have. Someone is depending on you to move him along, a vulnerable friend, the kind of guy who wonders in sweat WHAT AM I DOING HERE. A limbo of wind comes off the mound, nothing but a tiny marble small enough for a navel. Squared, you have given yourself away, each rotation of the ball saying NO PLACE TO HIDE NO PLACE NO O You can’t think about it, about popping it up. Suddenly it’s on the ground he’s safe, you’re out, he’s in scoring position, you’re on the bench, you’ve left it up to the next guy, the reader.