I was in Olympic Valley with some of the best poets alive. What a feeling to be in the outfield waiting to catch a pop fly from Sharon Olds. The borrowed glove. The surgical mask dropped. Victoria Chang in centerfield. I was always the kid chosen last for team sports. Here I could just join any team. No rules! No strike outs! Everyone cheers! We took home the silver pinecone an elf spray painted the day before. Second place felt great. It sits next to my bed and reminds me to just keep swinging.
