Bat Aim

I pitched myself a ball and smacked it
with my Louisville bat.
It flew so high~
On a perfect home run path.

I was so proud,
watching my prowess soar.
The ball crested the trees.

Mrs. Ploszek stood regal in the kitchen,
sipping tea,
spying on the neighbors
through her picture window.

That ball smashed,
like a cannonade.
Glass rained around her
in a blast of diamonds.