POETRY AND BASEBALL

Opening Day Tribute from Late Great Detroit Poet Jim Gustafson

I thought I might’ve been playing

in the Majors by now. That I’d be starting

for the Viking Penguins or the mighty

Atlantic Monthlies. When I was young

I was cursed with too much raw talent,

and never understood how good I was. Or wasn’t.

A couple of early reports called me “uncoachable,”

and I took this to be high praise,

and kept playing the game my way.

I had…