(Or playing baseball in Kansas in the Spring.)

He walks
out of the storm
the sachem of slug, bat
twirling, snapping out left field lights.
Sultan

of storms,
curveball of hail,
a spitball of rain, a 
knuckleball of thunder, Mamutas
pocket

his face.
He sweeps the field 
advancing the runners.
Lightning gravitating to the 
metal

bat. With
each swing the front
advances. The wizard 
of whack in the eye of the storm.

Sending them home, the runners at first, second, and third.
The fan base running to muddy trucks. 
Home run! 

Barbara A Meier is a retired teacher who now works in a second grade classroom as a paraprofessional in Lincoln, KS.  Her  recent publications include: The Gentian, LIT eZINE, The Mersey Review, Antler Velvet Arts, Piker Press, Anomaly Poetry Anthology Series, and Deal Jam. She has three chapbooks published: “Wildfire LAL 6”, from Ghost City Press, “Getting Through Gold Beach”, from Writing Knights Press, and  “Sylvan Grove”, from The Poetry Box. She loves all things ancient.