Us Kids in Left Field

Us kids in left field

steal out bedroom windows after dark to pinch
hit Lucky Strikes between first and second

fingers, arc the glow of shop-lifted hot-boxed
cigarettes over the chain link homerun fence

sprawl on perfectly ridiculous grass passing
 a bottle between the boys we are and the men

we imagine ourselves to be.  Once
named Royal, Padre, Tiger, Angel, Twin

we make a point of tripping over the chalked
foul line as we strike out for home at dawn.