By Gary Frazier
I could never be a shortstop.
I haven’t the daring to play
near the edge of artistry
to turn the double play.
My younger brother did.
He was willing to sacrifice
parts of himself for a grounder
or a line drive nearly quicker
than reflex could allow.
Until tired of the game,
he turned to rodeo instead,
riding bulls just out of the money.
