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Feb 2019
The old black man had CA in his bones.
His pain by opiates barely concealed.
His nurses at the hospice were frankly amazed
that his proud heart, so far , refused to yield.

Within the lattice of his brain, he saw
his young self on the baseball field.
He'd been an all-star, twice MVP.
A threat to homer  or to steal.

Thad Tillotson was on the mound.
Paul Blair took his lead off second base.
His Orioles were the  leagues elite.
The once proud Yankees were in fifth place.

Frank Robinson stepped in the box
The distant black walls were his goal.
This time he did just enough
he drove a single through the hole.

As he reached first and Paul Blair scored
Reuben Amaro took Joe Pepitone's throw.
The first base coach ; a winged Seraphim,
welcomed Frank Robinson to the Show.
Frank Robinson winner of the triple crown and MVP in both the NL and AL died yesterday. He was a giant in the game, the first African American manager and he cast a giant shadow. He will be missed

The imaginary baseball action takes place in 1968 in old Yankee Stadium
John F McCullagh
Written by
John F McCullagh  63/M/NY
(63/M/NY)   
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   --- and Scarlet McCall
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