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May you go unnoticed
in your job of noticing
things small and large:
the edges of the plate
as well as its heart,
the hands of the fans eager for
a souvenir before its time,
the bounce of the ball
the lay of the line
the mutterings of the sulky clean-up batter.
May your voice
leave no doubt
about ball or stee-riiike.
May your knees not ache.
May your arches not fall.
May your mask remain sound.
And may you give all players
their say
before you turn away.
