Three days, he said.
I believe him and I agree.
If I can see the soul through her
longing eyes, then I’d be wise to believe
in that point where we come together;
I find sensuality in the small of her back.

And true, I trust in the smack
of a high hanging curve ball.
It is all that, and the headiness inherent
in good scotch gets me high!
The self-indulgent fiber of the crap
Sontag spews could be used to relieve, I believe!

Don’t ask me about Oswald and the lone-gun theory,
and I’m leery of Astroturf and the designated hitter!
There ought to be a law!
The sweet spot where the ball meets bat,
you gotta love that! Christmas gifts, I believe
are never opened Christmas Eve!

And kisses?
Kisses should be long!
Kisses should be slow!
Deep and wet
and they should last three days!
Three days, he said!
I believe him and I agree!

© Walter J Wojtanik, 2019


Inspired by Bull Durham, starring Kevin Costner.



Two young boys caps askew, discussing the finer points of the designated hitter, a wad of Fleer’s between their cheeks, a bat over the shoulder of one, glove in tow. A cleanly stitched Spaulding tightly gripped and the other astride his bike, Mickey Mantle in his spokes. Not a common scene today, a refreshing look; a throw back.

A clear spring evening
memories of youth invade
in mental cascade

(C) Walter J. Wojtanik


James Griffn – Former Mayor of Buffalo, NY

I made the pitch,
I gave it a shot,
I was all for it,
some people were not.

A stadium build
in the heart of downtown,
they called me an ass,
they labeled me clown.

I stepped up to bat
for a game that I love,
I donned my cap,
I grabbed my glove,

I pulled some strings,
& called in favors,
all for a game,
a red hot to savor.

And in the end
we had a fine field,
a shining diamond
that would yield

community unity,
a place to be proud
for a couple of innings
raucous and loud.

And now I stand
poised to throw,
cast in bronze
here in Buffalo.

© Walter J. Wojtanik

Offered for dVerse Poets Pub – Tuesday Poetics: Chisel Me A Conversation

***Mayor James D. “Jimmy” Griffin was a tireless public servant who dedicated his life to making Buffalo, N.Y. a better place. His passion for helping others, his love of this community and his unique, independent leadership has been celebrated in the many stories that have been shared all over Western New York since his death in 2008.

In 2009, the plaza outside the ballpark that Mayor Griffin championed, Coca-Cola Field , was named in his honor. A commemorative plaque was placed in the plaza at a dedication on June 30, 2009. In addition to the plaque, the above statue in Mayor Griffin’s honor was erected in James D. Griffin Plaza.


“The one constant through all the years, Ray, has been baseball. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It’s been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt, and erased again. But baseball has marked the time. …this game, is a part of our past. It reminds us of all that once was good, and it could be again. Ohhhhhhhh, people will come, Ray. People will most definitely come.” 
~Terrence Mann (James Earl Jones) from “Field of Dreams”

Just a game.
A thread in the fabric
of Americana; ranks with
Mom’s apple pie,
Dad’s Chevrolet.
But we’d play for hours.
Breaking windows,
crushing flowers.
On youth’s field,
yielding the promise
of a future bright.
In the light of Doubleday,
we’d play. No visions 
of Cooperstown or
World Series heroics,
just a stoic jaunt through
a dirt infield. Days past,
and present futures strong,
I long for the days to play.
We built our dreams on
that field. If you build it,
dreams will come.
And they did.
                                                                                                                     Photo by Walt Wojtanik