A careful fling
tightly wrapped in comfort-
aired with grace.
Plunging deeply
with reckless abandon
for a touch.
Caught or not? Marked
breathlessly-in exploits-
hurled through space,
Elongated,
to ensnare the sweet cache-
Roars arise.
Subtle motions
afterward, tell the tale-
with passion.
Taps and Ratamacues 
I love the energy of this poem. And who knew baseball could be that lush?
Thanks. The double play is one of the most graceful sports plays. I appreciate the nudge from your poetry Wednesday post that helped me remember this one.
Thanks for your thoughts on this poem.