Because I couldn’t figure her out
            I had to sell myself by the seat of my pants
            Simple as that
            So I became a switch-hitter,
            Played both sides of the line,
            Worked on my backhand and
            Drove to the left down the lane
            The long ball, the bomb, the overhead smash and the
            Weren’t the only tricks up my sleeve
            When push came to shove
            I could load the bases,
            Chew up the clock,
            Hit from the baseline, forever, and
            Bury a three, or two, 
            In overtime
            But she was snake eyes all the way
            Until I closed my own and rolled the dice
            And just stopped playing games


            Emanuel E. García, Leaf Thoughts, One Hundred Poems2013